Monday, April 30, 2012
It is amazing how the smallest thing can trigger a massive surge of memories. I was going through my jewelry to put it all back in my jewelry box (it was all over the place) and it hit me like a ton of bricks. Not my jewelry, the memories. "So and so gave me that piece", "I got that for....", one of the kids "made that one for me", etc., etc., etc. I love/hate it when that happens.