4th August 2012

“Tears, idle tears, I know not what they mean, 
Tears from the depths of some devine despair
Rise in the heart, and gather to the eyes, 
In looking on the happy autumn fields, 
And thinking of the days that are no more.” 

Alfred Tennyson

I spent yesterday looking through a few of our old, printed photos with my family and took a lovely, long trip down memory lane. It was weirdly sad to see how we have all grown up and move past our easy childhoods. Those photos reminded me of life that was a lot more simple. And although it is sad that the innocence of childhood has gone, there are more memories to be made. As L.M Montgomery wrote,

“Nothing is ever really lost to us as long as we remember it.” 

 

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