I’m exhausted. I’ve been missing in action from everywhere except the scraproom. The rest of the house misses me. The cleaning misses me. The sunshine misses me. The supermarket misses me.
And I’m feeling it – I do this every CHA season. I start to feel like this whole hobby is crazy. I’m here in New Zealand and I’m cutting up coloured pieces of paper to glue to other coloured pieces of paper and courier them to the USA to go in a tradeshow. It blows my mind, I’m tired and spending hours a day in the scraproom and sometimes I wonder if the stress is worth it. I ask Paul. “What the heck am I doing?”.
His answer “Dude if I had $1 for every time you asked me that… I’d have like $18 by now” and he walks off.
Men.
But anyway. I have a short moment of wondering why I stay in my stiffling hot room for days on end cutting and glueing, cursing and eating nothing but rice crackers and water (wait, that is because I’m counting points again – not the fault of scrapbooking).. and then something like this happens.
Abby comes in, grabs paper from the kids stuff, draws a pic and says “Look, it’s you and me! We are hugging! And it’s an A for Abby and a M for Mummy”.
And in particular I love this part…
Awwww… look… we are hugging…
And my first reaction? I didn’t know what to scramble for first. My camera to take pics. My notebook to write it down, my papers to start scrapbooking. To tell the story. Because I’m afraid of how fast time flies and that I’ll forget some of this gorgeousness.
And THAT is essentially why I take coloured pieces of paper and glue them to other coloured pieces of paper.
Because I can.
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