I have a couple of shelves in my bedroom closet that house pieces of family that I hold dear. Every day I get to look upon them and am grateful for the happy energy they bring me. Though they may not look like anything that special, they are little treasures to me.
After my father passed away, I took home just a few things that had belonged to him. I had wanted one of his handkerchiefs since there wasn’t a day he was ever without one. I had also wanted his grader that he’d used for marking assignments throughout his teaching career. And I had wanted his am/fm radio that had shared many a ballgame with him, which we used to hear coming from his study as we walked down the hallway.
Before my mother passed, she gave me her jewelry box, which had resided on her dresser for as long as I can remember. I believe that it had come from her mother for there’s a tiny bracelet inside with a “G” for Glenola that had been her mother’s as a small child. My grandmother was born in 1907 so her little bracelet is well over one hundred years old. There’s been a lot of living with three generations of caretakers for that box.
The final two keepsakes are from my children. The framed drawing was done and given to me by my son when he was about four years old. It was of a real vase of flowers in our home, and I have loved it ever since. The bright, bubbly thank you card is from my daughter from several years back. She writes the sweetest, most thoughtful notes that you could ever get, putting her heart into every word.
May your treasures, whatever they are, fill you with much happiness and love.
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