Time capsules aren't just buried for the distant future. They often encapsulate who we are and why we are who we are...

All the notes, cards and letters I wrote before e-mail existed, my high school yearbook, pictures of my parents when they were younger and happy, my son's first school-issued French Horn that sent rhinos over our fence, Zoolander-sized version of our house on Ham Island near Windsor Castle, and so much more. Oh, and Justin's invitations to a
Although still making new memories, I fear that the most important are beginning to fade. I don't want to lose a single one of them - ever.