Happy Easter!

I went early to Tescos to find NO EASTER EGGS... *SHOCK, GASP, HORROR* - my fault for leaving it to the day before - but usually there is an overkill on these balls of chocolate goodness that means there is plenty to go around...

So I had to hoik up my trousers and trek across town to Thorntons and cough up £££ for some lovely hand written (which was actually FREE - nice touch) eggs. It reminded me of my Granny Beere (yep, I was a Beere before I was a Fagg - sort of the family running joke... and how it runs and runs and runs...) Anyways, the point I was making is that no-one will remember but me how those Thornton eggs with my full name on (and it was a squeeze... Rebekah) made me feel. I loved the smell of my Gran, her perfume and cuddles that left the smell on me. That egg at Easter would get nibbled around the name until I could resist no longer and have the lot scoffed. She was the ONLY person ever to buy me those eggs with my name on... kinda brought back lots of happy happy memories; and then just really sad that she is not here to see my kids grow up.

I know that is maybe a little morbid - but to me, that is scrapbooking. The memories that are mine that are no-one else's. Those bits that get lost when loved ones pass away... the GOOD bits. The bits that make life mean something.

So Happy Easter. Overeat, indulge and scoff chocolate - and make a few memories that you take for granted today, but that your kids or family relish in the future...

Becks x