Monday, May 28, 2012

Treasures (& memories) found

My family and I spent the weekend going through boxes in our garage (You know, those boxes that have been there untouched since we moved in almost three years ago). What a rewarding and much needed chore.


I found some of my favorite horses from childhood. (Was anyone else as obsessed with Breyer horsesas I was?) I even found my favorite books along with them. I can't wait to read them to the girls! I grew up on Marguerite Henry books but always had a love for her book Misty of Chincoteaguethe most. My mom encouraged this love by taking me on a trip to Chincoteague Island over summer vacation one year. I can still remember it so clearly. It is one of my best memories (Although seeing the real Misty stuffed was quite a shocker to me. In my young mind I thought that the story of Misty was very recent and that I would see her running in a pasture or something along those lines.)


K found my box of saris and needed to try one on. I told her that they were all adult size and way too huge for her but she was still very adamant that she needed to try one on. So I did my best to make it fit her and she was quite happy with the outcome proclaiming that she looked like someone dressed up as Mother Mary in a Nativity play.

Grandpa (and Grandma)
Picture taken back home in New York by my Mom on her new fangled phone




But the biggest treasure of all was finding my Grandpa's prayer book that he carried with him during WWII (just in time for Pentecost, too!). I have been longing for it so much lately. (This kind of jumps into the 'journey conversation' I have been meaning to talk about. I have to say I am loving this journey I am on.) My Grandfather meant the world to me, he was like a father to me so I hold him very close to my heart. I have been thinking about him a lot lately with Father's Day approaching. He passed away on that day when I was twenty, so it has become a hard day for me. I'll never forget our last conversation. I was living in California at the time and he was back home in upstate New York. It was as if he knew his time was near because he told me to straighten my life up and go to college. He never spoke so seriously to me before and until then was always very light hearted in his conversations. When I got the phone call the next day that he was gone, I did what he asked of me - I owed it to him.

His prayer book is sitting on my desk next to me as I type this. Glancing over at it I now feel the need to shut down my computer and curl up with my sleeping baby and read.

Happy Pentecost and Memorial Day everyone!

P.s - In case you missed out on the beautiful weather set giveaway from Armadillo Dreams, I thought I would share with all of you that they have 3 day sale going on from 5/26 to 5/28 and everything is 25% off! There is no coupon code needed, they discounted everything up front. Makes it easy for everyone!

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