A fluffy snowy day like today is a perfect time for me to reach up in the closet where I know I have a hidden treasure chest. It’s full of some of my favorite things on the whole planet.
When the kids were really little I used to hide their Easter Basket and make clues that they had to think through to find it. So, when they went on vacation with Norm and I really knew I was going to miss them Janet and Eric made me my own clues and games. Sometimes one for each day. I’ve kept them all.
There’s also a shopping list where Janet had written ‘Betty Crocker White Cake Mix’, Icing etc because she was making me a birthday cake. The cake is long gone but the thought is so cool.
And what would it be without post cards from Janet that she wrote on planes that, when turbulence hit she writes ‘This card may never get to you, this may be the last thing I ever write’.
I have a really huggy picture of me and Pattye that I love. As you know she has never been one for pictures or publicly expressing much so this is a gold mine for me.
And Eric’s picture in a Tiger Basketball frame. We were in a store once around Christmas and he got out of line with me and said that he’d meet me in the front in a few minutes. Well, he took his money and went back and bought this frame and cut out his school picture, put it in there and wrapped it up for me for Christmas. The best gift of all there was that he knew that he was loved so much that it would be a great present for me.
And there’s cards from Jenna from when I first moved to Houston and she was trying to comfort how homesick I was by telling me that if I think I’m going to cry I should watch Spongebob cause that helps her.
I also have a cool 1940 Superman trading card from my brother Jim.
So eat your heart out Louvre patrons, I’ve got the best stuff here.
Maybe I’m sentimental, maybe my hormones are out of whack but whatever, every now and then it’s a great day to look at this!
2 comments:
It sure doesn't seem like all of those things happened DECADES ago! Seems like just yesterday. Wow!
I still give framed photos of myself as gifts sometimes. What's wrong with me?
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