There's a big orange box on my front table.
It holds the future.
Open it...and you'll find 2015.
Our 2015...birthdays, anniversaries, holidays both major and minor.
Highlights gleaned from the thousands of photographs taken in 2014.
It took me more than a week to work my way through the scroll of people, places and things that is my Google plus, collecting a birthday cake here, some fireworks there, a bouquet of sporting events and more family get togethers than can be counted.
1) Shutterfly made a sale offer I couldn't resist for the twelve calendars required..and
2) my selections exceeded the 500 pictures it is theoretically possible to include in twelve months of daily photos.
Why be content with Twelve Days of Christmas when you can celebrate all twenty four before and continue right up to New Year's Eve?
How can I pick and choose between Levi digging in some dirt in June and Lizzie turning a cartwheel in May? An arabesque by Abbie, some intense concentration by Aaron....
....... Gabe's poolside acrobatics....
and an entire month's worth of physiognomy by Joshua Blake.
Our baseball games are red letter days.
and Holy Week is celebrated by glorious daffodils, a rainbow of dyed eggs and the little children our Savior loves.
Lizzie wields the jobbers on Arbor Day
Here is our treasure; this is what we hold dear. Here are the coins we stack up against those rainy days and Mondays that will pop up on our calendar from time to time. Here is our blast from the past, our time machine: Hey! Remember this! A marshmallow, a party dress, a barbeque....a black cow.
Lest we forget....
No wonder I love the TimeHop app; my calendar is the analog version. It is my year-to-year comparison, a balance sheet counted in the currency of photos. By that measure, I'm rich. If every day with a photo is a day to celebrate, call me a party animal. If my photo album exceeds my allotted daily requirement of calendar days, my cup overfloweth.
Maybe "eight days in a week"?