January 31: Scrap from your Heart

Love this quote!

 

This was the perfect quote and challenge for these photos! Last March my daughter should have had almost 1.5 years of elementary school left. We never dreamed that this might be her last day (in person), but it's increasingly looking like a real possibility that it was. Her last day was the day of their class trip, so at least it was a special day.

 

This was tough! Glad to have it recorded but I tend to mainly scrap the happy. I always find it hard to scrap everything in between, it was really cathartic though so thank you for the challenge:

 

I got so caught up in my journaling on my page that I almost forgot to put the quote on it too haha oops! Thanks so much for helping me scrap from my heart, and thank you for another wonderful Month of Challenges.

 

Love this quote, a wonderful way to end a fabulous month.

 

Thanks so much for this wonderful challenge to end MOC.

 

Thank you thank you!!! What an amazing month! I think I'll need to spend some time this week commenting on layouts. So much fabulous work done! I do still have yesterday's challenge to finish up, but I know I'll get that done tomorrow. My meaning for this layout is in the gallery.

 

Day 31 - Scrap From The Heart

Gallery: https://the-lilypad.com/forum/galleries/day-31-600.462320/

 

I tore my heart open for this one.

 

Thank you to all of the challenge hosts. It's been a great month!

 

And with this, I am done making layouts for MOC 9.

 

This had me in tears as I was selecting the pictures. We miss my dad so much and I get angry sometimes at all the moments he's missed with the kids and he would be so proud of what they are doing in school and sports. They get their smarts from him because he was so smart without having to try and he was a natural athlete. He taught me how to bowl, golf and we had a love of watching sports especially hockey and nascar. This quote is so perfect for the photos and challenge. Thank you for the last challenge.

 

Thanks for the challenge. Turns out my page is a sad to glad or Mourning to Dancing story. Some of you know about our estrangement from our family for 11 months. It was Hell. I don't normally use that word in common speech, but it was exactly that. Learning to not defend one's self, insist upon being heard, defeating mental attacks of your character all while feeling like you are bleeding out was the hardest thing we EVER did. We communicated our regret for any pain caused, even though unintentional but were not able to see, talk or even send notes or gifts for a year to anyone. Well, DIL would accept gifts.and we did get three visits from our son. That kept hope alive. We were convicted of the Lord to not fight this thing. If you knew me well, you would be amazed that this Viking/Scot warrior was able to endure. But endure we did and then one day we got a text asking if we wanted to meet them for breakfast. The memory of seeing them 11 months ago was complimented with the memory of reuniting. God is good. ALL the time.