Boxes...I adore boxes. Doesn't matter the size, shape or material I truly admire the difference each box that I have saved for one reason or another. When a box arrives at the door, I don't see just a cardboard box that needs to be cut down and tossed into our exausted landfills. I see a storage possibility, one that can help organize the household, a container that will ship an item sold on eBay or craigslist to its new owner. To me a box is possiblities, a vessel for treasures and a keeper of memories.
Some mothers have Baby Books, I on the other hand have Baby Boxes (see below). Shoe boxes filled with memories of both my boys. As other mothers were writting down milestones accomplished onto linen colored paper, I was filling up what ever box I had chosen with slips of paper, deflated mylar balloons, envelopes with clips of hair, lost teeth, remnants of baby blanket and precious school projects completed for a special day.
A few years ago, my parents sold their house (which was my childhood home) and bought a motorhome to travel with in their retirement. When all was said and done, I was given household items, furniture, and my Baby Book. I was also given a box (see below) with photos, slips of paper, envelopes and precious school projects done for a special holiday.
Boxes... hold items to be donated, to move things from one house to another and arrive at the doorstep with a new purchase. Boxes...are containers with photos, beanie babies, shells from the beach, and jewelry passed down for 3 generations. Boxes hold all my treasures. Boxes are a vessel in my life.
Smiles,
Leni
Right on! The pictures are great. I love this post. Very meaningful and "unguarded." Who's Leni? :P
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