I scrapped and am still scrapping. This morning I finished my Scrap Whispers game LO. This afternoon I'm finally facing my IVF demons on a scrap-book page. Sort of. I'm not doing a huge amount of journalling, but it will be the closest I've got to it. I realised that I have 3 missing months from 2007, and that is why. I have only half a dozen not-very-good photos for the whole month of my miscarriage. I need to do this.
It also would have been Dad's 78th birthday today, so it seems appropriate to dwell on lost treasures. I'm not sad. Just introspective. Death is part of life.