home.

Without Here, I wouldn't be who I am out there.

Creating a safe home has always been a priority of mine. Thankfully, it's a priority for my husband too. About a year ago, over a colleague and I were doing a lot of thinking about place. I created a post that has stuck with me. And although, I couldn't wait to get the photo printed -- I went to the local lab the same day I created it and got two copies -- I haven't scrapped it. One copy has taken up permanent residence in a writer's notebook. The other has been waiting for a scrapbook page.

It called my name when I sat down to complete another challenge for Have More FUN. I love the results. The colors and the design and the stitching and the warm feeling it gives me make it a favorite. But more than that, my husband loved it. It struck a conversation between us last night around midnight about the importance of having a safe home . . . and the importance of recording these memories.


I've always known that he's my biggest fan, but it was heartwarming and refueling for him to tell me how much my hobby means to him -- how much he appreciates pages like this. How much our kids and even grandkids are going to appreciate pages like this. I'm so thankful for him and for our safe home.

a perfect match.

My studio used to share space with the computer; therefore, when I scrapped, my husband could be gaming or checking in on his numerous sports teams' websites. We were together and happy.

Then we adopted the girls and the studio became a bedroom; the computer was moved to the kitchen; and my studio was sent to the oversized laundry room. We were still happy; but not together.

Last week, I realized I could take a lap tray back to my studio, load it up with the necessary supplies and bring it to the couch. Andy could have his baseball and I could have my scrapbooking. We were happy and together.

So I suppose one good thing has come from the gallbladder removal!