My photo album is one of the my most favorite things. It's orange with a pink outline. In the middle of the album is knitted in diamonds with little (fake) crystals in them. It's very girlish but cute. It's not small but it's not big and bulky. I can easily hold it or pass it around and it doesn't take up much space. It holds a lot of pictures and I still have plenty of space. I had it laying on my dresser next to my body spray so now the album smells like the fragrance section of Victoria Secret. I haven't had the chance to take a bite out of it but I imagine it tastes like cloth and would be hard to chew. When I page through the album the plastic covering the pictures makes a crunch sound. It's annoying but they are keeping my pictures safe.
My album makes me feel loved. I have such great family and friends and the pictures show how close we are. The front pages of the album make me laugh. It's funny seeing how me and my sisters looked way back then. Giving funny faces and being silly. In the later pages I see my Nephews and niece doing the same things we did during picture time. It's really special because all the pictures hold special memories. I spent a lot of time on the album and I am proud of it. If for some reason something happened to it I would be upset, but I will always have the memories in my head so it wouldn't be a total loss.
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