Finding Treasures
Anna was cleaning under her bed this morning. She kept on bringing me little mementoes that somehow got under there. They must have got lost when I was cleaning some crates in her closet.
First of all, there was a birthday card my mom made for Anna. The year was not on it, but there was a hand written message on it by Mom.
Second of all, there was a letter from Elijah's elementary school from ten years ago almost to the day inviting us to his Broadway Best Award ceremony. He was in third grade. It was his most challenging year at the school, so this was a big accomplishment.
Lastly, there was a sweet note by my dear friend Jean Ackerly. She was our church pianist (along with her husband who played the organ and was our choir director) for many years. We got to know each other on Wednesday nights praying with each other at prayer meeting. After she moved to Pennsylvania we kept in touch. In this particular letter, she had just turned 90. That was in 2008. I wrote her a Christmas card about a year ago with no response, so it makes me wonder if she's not well. I contacted a friend this morning to see if she had an update for me.
I'm a very sentamental person. I guess you could call me a pack rat. There are papers all over the place stored to remind me of different stages of my life and of my kids. It overwhelms me to think about it, but I really need to dwindle down the clutter I've accumilated through the years.
First of all, there was a birthday card my mom made for Anna. The year was not on it, but there was a hand written message on it by Mom.
Second of all, there was a letter from Elijah's elementary school from ten years ago almost to the day inviting us to his Broadway Best Award ceremony. He was in third grade. It was his most challenging year at the school, so this was a big accomplishment.
Lastly, there was a sweet note by my dear friend Jean Ackerly. She was our church pianist (along with her husband who played the organ and was our choir director) for many years. We got to know each other on Wednesday nights praying with each other at prayer meeting. After she moved to Pennsylvania we kept in touch. In this particular letter, she had just turned 90. That was in 2008. I wrote her a Christmas card about a year ago with no response, so it makes me wonder if she's not well. I contacted a friend this morning to see if she had an update for me.
I'm a very sentamental person. I guess you could call me a pack rat. There are papers all over the place stored to remind me of different stages of my life and of my kids. It overwhelms me to think about it, but I really need to dwindle down the clutter I've accumilated through the years.
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