Last night I went outside and photographed the sunset. Then I went in and listened to Jack Johnson while I sat in my little armchair and sorted through the contents of my file box. I've been cramming papers into that box for years . . . letters, photos, birthday cards, postcards . . .
The amount of letters I've received in my lifetime is mildly astonishing. I sorted them into stacks and tied them with ribbon. I have three or four letters from each aunt, a few notes from my mom, and a sturdy little bundle from my grandma. (note to self: remember to write letters to your grandchildren) The other bundles are from friends. One is from Emily . . . we've known each other since birth. She's my always friend. One is from Jana . . . hers is a good three inches thick. And the last one is from my old friends Rowena and Sonya and has a Winnie the Pooh valentine stuck in the top.
|my flower book and my favorite photograph|
And then there's my favorite photo of Ethan, Emily, and Sam that I took with my disposable birthday camera. I smile every time I see it. Emily and I must have been six or seven, which means Sam and Ethan were both five-ish. We were so cute, but I doubt we realized it . . . E and E were blonde, and Sam and I were curly-haired. It may be a photo taken by a little kid with a disposable camera, but to me it captures all of the best moments of my childhood.
Letters and photos are worth saving. They really are.