I love this picture

It's me and my mom, in 1972 or '73.

My house is full of pictures. Today I am overwhelmed at the sheer number; a conservative estimate is TEN THOUSAND pictures. Rob says that's reasonable, and he is not one to exaggerate, so I believe him.

Last night I was panicking at the thought of having to Do something with all of these pictures, but the stress melted away as I looked through boxes and found pictures of me with my grandpa Don, pictures of my grandparents at Christmas, pictures of my great grandparents as young people and infants. I LOVE these things. They are touchstones to a deeper part of me. They are a connection to those who came before.

And since it is important to me, I will make sure that those who are still to come will know these people. Even if it takes me 'til I'm 90.