How do I begin to describe how much I love the photos below? To be honest, it has taken me about a week to write this because I wanted everything to be perfect. I wanted my words to reflect just how much these photographs mean to me, but I found that putting my emotions into words is a much more difficult task than expected. I was at a place I love, with people I love, documenting our time together on a medium I love. As my sister-in-law's Dad would say, "It doesn't get much better than this." There's a nostalgic feeling that washes over me when I look at these photographs. Growing up, we would visit my grandparents' beach house every year around my birthday. This was until the tragic Hurricane Fran swept it all away. Buried in my parents' albums are photographs of those family trips that I cherish dearly. They bring back the faint memories I have of our time together at Topsail Island. I wish I could bring all of those summer days back, relive them and soak everything up; but the photos, stories, and young little Sarah-memories are all I have left. I've recently been searching through those albums to find a photograph of my Granddaddy and me when I was little, but have yet to find one. Archiving moments through photographs is a weighty, yet rewarding task. I want to be sure that all the little ones around now not only know they are greatly loved, but have photographs to prove it! And so I will continue to document our days.