Several years ago, I bought three small photo albums. I bought three because we had only three children at the time. And then we moved. And then we had surprise baby number four. And then we moved a couple more times. And life kept happening in between all that. So those three photo albums kept getting packed, unpacked, stored away, and packed again. Still in their cellophane wrappers, with only the generic picture slipped in the front to let you know that you’re supposed to put your own cherished photographed memories inside. NOT let them sit empty and shoved here and there through the years. Phil came across the albums…