My husband gave me a gift this weekend and while I thank him for it I don't know if he gets what I'm thanking him for. For the first time in four years I went scrapbooking this weekend. It wasn't planned. I mentioned a crop that I was invited to attend on Friday evening, I think on Monday afternoon. On Friday as I was searching for and gathering my cropping tools and trying to figure out where I'd left off years ago I began to get excited. I used to crop with a group of ladies and I know how sweet it is to find women that share the same joy I have for paper crafting. As I was leaving on Friday evening I asked him if it would be okay with him if I returned to the crop on Saturday if I got my groove back. He said it wasn't a problem and I think it actually had him a little giddy for me. So the gift I referred to? He gave me back a piece of myself.
From 2002-2007 I had a scrapbooking room. My husband had purchased a large working station for me and I put it to good use. Many cute albums were put together in that room, if I do say so myself. ;) But in early 2007 my cropping slowed down. I had a two year old and a six month old and life got very busy, little did I know how much busier it was to get. 2008 brought my sister and her little love moving in with us after her husband abandoned them. They moved into the scrapbooking room and all of my tools and albums were put away. They shared life with us for two much busier years and then 2010 saw us move out of state. As much as I wanted to scrapbook I found myself not being in the right frame of mind to do so. But in 2012 after four moves in just a couple years we returned home and guess who got her scrapbooking room back? Yep. This girl.
When I got my hands in my son's baby album and began getting into my groove it was like I'd never been apart from it. I remembered where I'd left off and even saw how I'd set up or prepped a few layouts that I'd intended to do much sooner. But the pages were completed and that it the point. I find the same thing about myself and my relationship with God. Similar to my album, He waits for me, right where we left off.
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