dear jacs,
found the scrapbook i made for you and eric yesterday. it's weird, because i could swear i'd given it to you, but there it was in one of my little decorative chests in a plastic bag along with scrapbooking materials and do-dads, banging against my leg as I pulled the bag from the chest to look at the contents underneath. my heart broke looking through it. i suppose i kept it so i could put in pictures of your wedding (i did manage the program and favors from your nuptials but no pictures per se). i found it funny, finding it (har-har) just after i'd been thinking about if i had anything of yours that i could keep and treasure. and there we go, something of yours made by me but filled with you. now, of course, i just have to figure out what to do with it.
the anniversary is coming up and i'm so not ready for it. wish i could just take that day off, but it's not as if that day is worse than any other. maybe i'll try to come visit soon. i still owe you that cotton bowl.
love you. miss you. always.
love, jens
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