I would spend hours combing through albums and a big tote of photos that my mom and grandma kept. I can smell the way the Black Hills smell on a warm day--earth and pine and sage. I can hear my grandpa's voice and the way he would encourage me. I can hear my mom and how easy she is to laugh with my dad. 
They're more than 4x6 prints. They're security and nostalgia all in one. That's what I want to give to you and the generations beyond you. 

i have memories that exist because of photos: the  gleam of a christmas tree, my grandparent's anniversary party country dance, a first trip to sedona.