Wednesday, August 24, 2011

It’s the little things

It’s the little things that mean the most, they say.

When I was a little girl….and probably well into my teen years, if I remember correctly, my my maternal grandfather’s sister would send me card, monthly maybe?, with a quarter taped to the inside, signed merely, “Love, Aunt Julia.”  And those quarters dutifully went right into the huge piggy bank that Julia’s sister, Vivian, painted for me.  (And I do mean HUGE.  I’ll have to take a picture of it to show y’all…but it’s in Erin’s room, and lil’ miss is snoozing.)

Now, a similar tradition continues with my own little ones.

We have months and months worth of cards and notes from Jim’s aunt Joyce, addressed to “Sprout,” and then “Master Seth James,” and then “Master Seth and Baby Too,” and the “Master and Miss.”  I’ve been keeping them all for over 4 years now.

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And today, I found a super cute retro tin lunchbox for $0.99 at Goodwill, and knew just how to put it to use in Erin’s room.

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Now, when a card arrives from Slippery Rock, PA, we all know right where it goes for safekeeping.  I hope that as Seth and Erin grow they will have a truer appreciation for this little act of kindness than I did for my Aunt Julia’s cards when I was little.  I didn’t know….and now I wish I had at least one card left signed merely, “Love, Aunt Julia.”

3 comments:

Anonymous said...

What a sweet post. It's amazing what you remember from your childhood and how it seems to come full circle as you raise your children. I am sure Aunt Julia is looking down on your beautiful children.

Jeanette said...

awesome! those are the special unique things that make childhood memories so sweet. kudos to you for saving them and making them even more special.

Sara said...

From one greeting card hoarder to another: Great idea! I love it!