Tonight we started watching some of our home movies that I am finally putting on DVD's. The kids have been after me for years to get them organized. We laughed until we cried as they brought back so many good memories through the years. Why do fingers always point to the Mom when complaints are made? It's always the Mom, never the Dad. Why did you let me where my hair like that? How could you let me wear those clothes? Can't you tell they didn't match? How could you let me out of the house at such an awkward age? Even at their young ages, each of their personalities shines through. They have filled our lives with joy and are each so very loved! This is one of the best things I've done in a long time.