Every month, I print 10 photos, small moments that matter enough to keep. While the world scrolls past thousands of images, I choose to hold mine in my hands, feel the paper, and turn the pages.
These albums tell our story. The good times, the hard times, the growth. Moments that will never happen again, saved in a way my grandchildren can one day touch and treasure.
Time flies fast. But when I sit with these photos, it slows down just enough to let me breathe, remember, and appreciate everything we’ve been through.
