Here are a few samples from my portfolio. They will show you my writing style and perhaps inspire you a little. There are plenty of ways to personalize this. The first, of course, is the type of scrapbook you choose, including the size and color. Just remember to not choose any scrapbook that has a "memo" section.

Dear Robert,

When other people look at this photo, they only see a beautiful Hawaiian sunset and gorgeous water. Maui was amazing, of course. I loved every moment of our week there, and it was all the more special because I was with you, the man I love dearly. I remember hiking the Pipiwai Trail earlier that morning, and I was in awe of the beauty and serenity around us. My spirit was light, and I couldn't wait to see what was further down the trail.

I remember other things, though, things that this photo doesn't reveal. I remember the long days and evenings we both used to work. I remember us coming home at different times and not even eating together. Breakfasts were silent, as we were too preoccupied with our own thoughts and worries to notice each other. Most of all, I remember the distance, that hideous feeling that things were not right and that we were not the same couple who got married. I remember looking at our wedding picture and wondering where that smiling woman went. I had no idea how to find her again or reconnect with you.

We nearly wrecked our marriage for one reason: we were willing to sacrifice our life together so that we could build impressive careers.

I will be forever thankful for the night you came to me and told me you wanted to start over. You wanted a real marriage, as did I, and you were willing to work with me to have one. I walked away from the conversation profoundly relieved. Yes, we had our work cut out for us, and we both needed to change ourselves so that we could be the spouse the other deserved to have. I knew, however, that we were in it together. Thank God for the courage you had to tell me that you wanted a better life for us.

As I sat on that dock with you and admired the sunset, I could only rejoice that you were sitting at my side. I love you.


I teared up as soon as I walked into Vivienne's. I wasn't expecting to, but when I stood in the doorway and saw all those gorgeous white dresses, I just got so emotional. I was also a little shy, so I was glad when Kate, my consultant, came up, introduced herself to Mom, Jessica, and me, and made us feel right at home.

Kate talked with me about my wedding plans and dress styles. I had my heart set on a ballgown wedding dress. I had seen so many photos in magazines and online that I knew this was what I wanted. Kate listened very carefully, asked me questions, then led me to some dresses to get started.

I can honestly say they were two of the best hours of my life. We were treated like royalty. Mom and Jessica sat in very comfortable chairs as I tried on dress after dress. Jessica, of course, was always happy to give her opinion on them. Mom held back and spoke only when she felt strongly about the dress. Some were clearly wrong - too much lace. Others were okay but were missing that vital "something." Kate never lost patience. She took away the rejects and brought me the next one. I had so much fun trying them all on.

Then I found it - I found my dress. I knew as soon as I looked in the mirror. I held my breath for a moment, and I couldn't beleive my reflection. I was a woman who preferred jeans and t-shirts, yet there I was, wearing the most beautiful dress in the world. I knew it was mine. I didn't want to take it off, and I couldn't wait for Bryan to see me in it. Mom and Jessica agreed it was stunning.

That afternoon, I went home a very happy woman. I had my dress. All I could think was that it was everything I had ever dreamed it would be. 


Hands down, the London trip is the best vacation we have ever taken. I loved seeing the jewels at the Tower of London and eating the best Indian food in the world, all with my parents and sister.

As incredible as that all was, though, nothing compared to the Speakers' Corner in Hyde Park. I could hardly control my excitement that morning at breakfast, and the closer we got to Hyde Park, the faster I walked.

Everyone knows how much I value free speech, debate, and history. When I learned that we would visit the place where Karl Marx, George Orwell, and Vladimir Lenin all spoke, I was beyond thrilled. As we entered the park, I imagined Orwell striding along, gearing himself up to speak at, as he described it, "one of the minor wonders of the world."

I have to agree. What an amazing place this was! Where to start? There was a guy preaching about the end of the world. Another woman was talking about the war in Syria. There were also quite a few lunatics, in my opinion. No matter where we turned, Londoners were discussing their opinions with other Londoners. I loved it all.

Then Dad debated with a man on climate change. Watching them go back and forth was pure entertainment. No one's mind was changed, but when both men had stated their views, they laughed and shook hands.

I will always remember the moment they parted friends. Then again, that's Dad. He can make a friend anywhere, including at the Speakers' Corner in London.


Hiking in Olympic National Park with you, my greatest friend in the world, was indescribable. All those trees! I couldn't take my eyes off of them, and as I breathed in the cool air, I felt the stress of my mom's cancer fade a little. As we hiked, I listened to the sound of my feet stepping on twigs and little stones, such a change from the beeping of medical instruments. I also listened to you, smiling when you go so excited about seeing that peregrine falcon. You were as happy as a little kid.

I am thankful that with you, I didn't have to talk at all. We often hiked in peaceful silence. It was exactly what I needed. I was free to let nature restore my spirit, and when I felt strong enough and was ready to unload, you were right there, ready to listen. I told you how I felt about Mom's death, and while I didn't feel magically better, I did release some of my grief. All because you were there.

Perhaps the stars were the best part. What do you think? We spent so much time studying them, pretending that we could pick out the constellations when in reality we had no idea what we were talking about. They were so vast. We talked a lot about our hopes and dreams as we contemplated the night sky.

The only person I would have wanted to experience that park with was you, my best friend. Thank you for dropping everything and helping me recover a little from the pain of my mom's passing.


I wish I could remember this trip to the park. You and I look so happy, and I can tell that we were having a fun time together. Mom told me once that the kite ended up in the trees five minutes after we finally got it off the ground, mangled beyond recognition. She said you didn't get upset, though. You just laughed, tossed it in the car, then took me to the duck pond. You always did have an awesome plan B and never let the little things bother you.

As I got older, I saw how different you were from other dads. Do you remember Jack, my friend from middle school? He and I were great friends, and he used to come over and shoot baskets with me. He was hilarious and could really bring on the insults as we played. I didn't go to his house very often, but when I did, I was uneasy. Jack's father was some corporate executive and was always sitting at his computer. He never said much to me and made it clear that he wanted us to be quiet. It was just a different vibe, and Jack was very subdued, nothing like the friend I knew on the basketball court. When I went home, I was always glad to walk into our home and see you watching TV or cooking with Mom.

You are the dad who doesn't sweat the small stuff and who is never too tired to fly kites, go to a duck pond, or throw a football. I love you for being exactly who you are: my dad.

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