When Meg got married, I hinted that maybe it was time for her to get her own iCloud. It was nice to be able to share photos with her, but lately my apps were starting to become filled with her data. When I would check my Fitbit, it would count me with 28,000 steps because it added her steps to mine. It also started to change the information that was used on my phone, showing me in places that I wasn't and routing me to stores in Orlando instead of Ocala. It became too confusing to navigate, so once Meg moved to Florida, I asked her to please find a way to change her iCloud to stop the confusion. Meg was reluctant because of all of the shared photos, but in the end switched over this week when I promised her that she could still sign in to mine on her iPad to download any photos that she wanted to keep.
Meg spent the past few days sending herself photos that she wanted to keep in her new iCloud. I sympathized with the immensity of the project. We had a lot of digital memories on our iCloud, many of which were hers. I did enjoy seeing a few of those memories show up on my photo stream today. The pictures were adorable and reminded me of all of the fun times that our family had spent together on vacation and in everyday life. It was also a wonderful reminder that the closeness our children felt then had not changed. I would never want to relive those days, but I sure enjoyed reminiscing about them today.
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