You can fit alot of things into a blue rubbermaid bin.
10,000 marbles
25 textbooks
14 stuffed animals
or a childhood full of memories.
Liz and I grabbed our blue bins, each neatly labled with our first names, and eagerly pulled open the lids.
There were baby clothes, baby shoes, baby combs, but what drew our attention the most were the journals buried underneath.
The journals spoke of the 39 animals we had on our farm, birthday parties with friends, thanksgiving dinners at Grammie's, playhouses, imaginary friends. Dreams for the future (I was going to tame birds, I was planning on having 10-20 birds).
There were awards and newspaper clippings, report cards and cards made for mommy.
We were engrossed for almost an hour, captivated and brought back to a sweet time, where we played, and imagined and dreamed........ bigger than the rubbermaid bin.
Sunday, September 02, 2007
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3 comments:
thats neat you have bins from the past.
those boxes are very special, something i hoped would be treasured by each of you someday. i know i didn't tell you enough, but l love each of you very much.....
treasures, traditions, blue boxes - its all about family, the most important thing we have.
amazing! inspiring!
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