Scrappin and sleddin

This weekend I was able to go on a scrapbooking weekend with some friends. I didn't stay all weekend because Darren had an out of town bowling tournament so we took turns. I stayed away Friday night and he stayed away Saturday night. So, I got away and finally got some things accomplished with my scrapbooking which I haven't been able to touch in awhile. I'm working on Becca's book between ages 1 and 2, our family vacation, and a scrapbook about dad. I felt good about what I got accomplished. Last night and today it snowed! Although it melted quicker than we expected because we had a pretty good ground cover and it snowed (lightly, sometimes heavier) until 11ish. But once the sun came out, it started melting quickly; it was almost half melted by 11:30. We still got out and did some sledding before it all went away. It was Becca's first time and she thoroughly enjoyed it. Dad pulled her down the hill and I took pictures. She had so much fun, she wanted dad to do everything for her the rest of the morning...sit with him at lunch, take her to the bathroom, etc.

My dad

Today would have been my dad's 63rd birthday. It's been 2 years since we lost him and I still think about him quite a bit. Sometimes it makes me happy to think about him and a certain memory; sometimes it makes me sad that I can no longer hear his voice or call him when I want to share some exciting news or get his advice on a problem I'm having...which I did quite often. Darren and I celebrated my birthday at the Melting Pot; they gave us a sheet of questions to get us talking and see how much we knew about each other. One of them was who do you admire most? Dad was the only person that came to mind and Darren knew instantly how to answer that question. I hear people all the time talk about tension in their family and how they're not close and I'm glad that my parents made such a wonderful home for us. My dad's mom called me on my birthday and said how much I remind her of him which made my day. I'm going on a scrapbooking weekend this weekend and hope to make a huge dent in the scrapbook I'm making about my dad, not only for my memories, but so Becca will know who her Daddy Max was.