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Puget Sound · September 2026Children’s artwork, family keepsakes and the stories behind them.
Explore artwork & keepsakes →Family circleDad started telling a story I'd heard before, then added a part that was new. I asked him to save it here. I don't want all the best stories to depend on someone remembering to ask.
Only meI made a playlist for the year ahead without knowing exactly what that year will look like. Some songs came from Dad, some from friends. I like that a future can start with something as small as choosing the first track.
Family circleI thought I had the winning move. My sister had been quietly planning something better for several turns. I have agreed to call it a learning experience.
Family circleI was in charge of the playlist, subject to a complicated family voting system. The drive had old songs, new songs and one repeat request that nobody would admit making.
Only meI was nervous about tryouts and nearly talked myself into staying home. I went. Whatever the team list said later, I wanted a record of the morning I decided that feeling nervous didn't get to choose for me.
Family circleI handled the pasta, my sister handled everything decorative. We rehearsed serving the plates. I only spilled a little sauce, and everyone politely pretended not to notice.
Family circleMy hands shook during the first few bars. Then I found the rhythm I'd practised, and the room got smaller. Finishing felt better than playing it perfectly.
Family circleI made the thickest cookies on the tray and claimed that was intentional. Mom helped me roll the next batch thinner. My sister kept the score, as usual.
Family circleI asked what she was most proud of, and she talked about helping someone else finish a project. That sounded exactly like her. We kept the report with her artwork so the year had more than one kind of memory.
Only meI'd stopped practising the whole song and worked on just two chords. Today my fingers found the change without a pause. It was a tiny improvement, but I played it over and over because it was mine.
Family circleShe gave me a tiny room and asked what it was missing. I said a guitar, so she made one from a scrap of card. That is the detail I look for whenever we open this photograph together.
Family circleMom had stories for streets that looked ordinary to me at first. By the end of the walk, I could picture her being my age here. That made the trip feel bigger than a holiday.