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Marybeth Hancher

Marybeth Hancher

#ScrapMyWeek | No. 3

January 20, 2017

Well, it’s week three of my yearly scrapbook project, and I have to say that this is just the perfect solution to my somewhat obsessive tendency to fill book after book after book after book with memories.  And that’s not to say that I won’t be doing more memory keeping this year aside from these weekly layouts- because I already am.  I’m just not doing what I did last year- pressuring myself to keep a monthly album just for the sake of… well, I don’t know what!  But for the sake of my sanity, I’m taking it easy on myself this year.  Basically this is a no-rules zone.  If I feel like doing extra, great.  If I want to put it in a Project Life album, fine.  Traveler’s Notebook?  Even better.  The only thing I really want to hold myself to in terms of scrappy goals are these weekly layouts.  Seems easy enough to do.  😉

This layout is a summary of the best thing we did this week- paint our dang bedroom.  Seriously, the wall color of our bedroom gave me convulsions, but we had so many other things to do with our house that we just held off on painting it until we had the time.  Thank the Good Lord that the time was finally carved out over the weekend.  😉  But this layout isn’t entirely about painting our bedroom.  That’s just part of the story.
At least once a year, I like to take a photo of just my husband and I.  Something that captures the bond we have and the romance that really intertwines our souls.  I know that probably sounds cheesy as can be, but I really do think it’s important to document these moments.  Our marriage is sacred to us- we not only cherish it but we protect it.  I’m his, he’s mine, and nothing or no one else is invited in to our relationship… except God Himself- and that’s because we asked Him to be the glue that bonds us together.
We’re not perfect.  Lord knows we are both just two flawed human beings that have been made one with each other but still trip up every now and then.  Some days I annoy the heck out of him, and other days he annoys the heck out of me.  But even so, I don’t think about those moments so much.  I think about the times where I’m on a mission, completely focused on work, rushing through the day and then BAM!  Suddenly he is in the hallway, stopping me with his arms spread wide, and there he pulls me in tight and says, “I just wanted to hug you for a minute and tell you how much I love you.”  Those moments trump the un-made bed, and the un-rinsed dishes, and the bizarro things men do like leave their inside-out socks in the middle of the floor.  And I know he feels the same for me.  When I run and jump in his arms the moment he walks through the door after work, or the times I see his head swarming with anxiety that’s about to lure him down the slippery slope of the depression he suffers from, and I use those moments to scratch off something on his never ending to-do list or just simply pull him down to the couch, sit on his lap, and tell him just how grateful I am for his everything… I’m sure to him, those moments trump the fact that I leave paper scraps all over the carpet or the way I seem to always get the laundry washed, yet for a week straight we’ll dig around in a basket of clean clothes because I just never feel like folding and putting them away.  😉
Marriage in its purest form is such a beautiful thing.  But just like anything in life, there are good times and there are bad times.  And it’s during the harder moments that I look back at photos like the one on this layout and think, “You know, he’s being a pain today, but I really couldn’t possibly love him more.” Dana Hancher, you are a gift.  And to show you my love- I picked up all the paper scraps after making this.  You’re welcome.  😉

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  1. Mandy Elliott says

    January 25, 2017 at 2:45 pm

    This is so beautiful Marybeth, both the scrapbook page and the story/meaning behind it. I love how close you are and I love the testimony God has given you two through your marriage.

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