Today for my 100th post, I’m grateful for learning about some of my family from before I was born. We were looking through old archives and my folks were explaining who’s who and how I’m related to them. Seeing my folks as a young couple, before they were married and before they had my brother and I. To hear them talk about places they went and things they did, like it was yesterday. Our lives are coloured by the memories we preserve, and seemingly insignificant moments become the ones that mean the most.