Pictures.

The thing about blogging every day in November is that there are days when I can't think of anything to talk to you all about.

Today is one of those days.

It's also one of those days where I have a lot to do around the house and I'm not sure how to get it all done. I have loads and loads of laundry, I have Halloween stuff to put away, girls clothes to sort and put up, a beautiful fall day to take advantage of, a toddler who really needs a full day in her cloth underwear to remind us both that we're still learning to use the toilet and not to rely on diapers.

I also am sorting through pictures on my computer in between chores.

I love pictures. I love going through albums--even other people's I don't know. There's something about a picture that moves me. Someone somewhere found that exact moment with those exact people or things or scenery important enough to capture forever.

It always makes me sad when we go to antique stores and there are albums of pictures that have no owner. Someone's memories have been lost by there families and are now sitting on a shelf waiting for someone to care enough about them to buy them.

I know that I have a total picture problem. I have quite a few albums, boxes of negatives and prints that haven't made it into albums, and lots of storage space on my computer dedicated to pictures. Once, when our hard drive was dying, we thought we'd lost all of our pictures. I cried for 3 days. Thank the lord my dad was able to salvage them all.

I'm sure when my kids are going through my things after I pass away, they will comment to each other that they can't believe how many pictures I have and how they'll have to go through all of them. I am also sure that, not only will they laugh and cry while going through them all, they will divide them all up amongst themselves and store them in their own homes for all of my grandkids to have to go through someday.

That makes it all worth it, in my opinion.