One of the great perks of moving is finding old boxes of memories. Well, not really finding, more like trying to escape your parents cleaning out the house and giving you all your old stuff you thought would be stored there forever and then having to sift through it to figure out what’s worth keeping when you finally reach your destination. And by “old stuff” I mean everything from my little ponies to elementary school progress reports to cards to my mom congratulating her on my birth (wait, why did I end up with those?!).
Old pictures are fun too, such as gems like this one.
I’ll spare you my awkward teenage years.
Something I found that is definitely going in the ‘keeper’ pile is this little book I wrote about 20 years ago about my family.
I like to think I wrote it in order of my favorites, so naturally, the cat is first.
Is it weird that I remember making this? And I remember messing up my dad’s face and thinking it was brilliant that I would hide my mistake by pretending I needed to make him look the other way. Yes, brilliant.
So prophetic. Most families are special, but not all. But don’t worry because ours are. (Whew).
Yes, my family is special. Which is why I’m going cross-country to Virgina to visit them! Well, mostly just that pretty sister and b. brother of mine, but still. Its hard when we all 6 of us live in 5 different states and 4 different time zones, so I’ll take what I can get!