Thursday, July 12, 2012

Treasure Chest

Peanut -

Momma came home Tuesday evening to a wonderful surprise.  Your Dadda - in true, super-sneaky Dadda fashion - had ordered, created and assembled a beautiful, perfect place for all your most favorite toys, clothes, and mementos.  Most people would look at it and think "oh, a cedar chest" but Momma looks at it and instantly sees a Treasure Chest.

You see, as we packed your room last summer, Dadda and I quickly assembled a grouping of items that were so special, so YOU, that we knew they would never be re-used, forgotten, or packed away permanently.  Items that still carry a giant piece of you and evoke our most powerful memories.  Your Elmo.  The green hoodie from your six month photos.  The gentle Sleep Sheep from your crib.

It has broken our hearts to know they've been languishing in large, plastic storage bins this last year.  They deserve a place of beauty and honor.  A spot in the house where we can visit, touch, smell them on a daily basis, if needed.  Or less.  But to always know they are safe.  Protected.  Honored.

And now that place exists.  While I know tears will flow as we re-open those storage bins and rediscover these pieces of you, my heart is lifted.  This is where your little tennis shoes, navy puffer coat and giraffe rattle belong.

Actually, I can't wait to visit them again.  And again.  And again.

With bunches of noodles of Momma love.  To the moon - and back!

- Momma

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