I have this box . . . one that I probably picked up from a pile 20 years ago or so at my parents. Inside went random items leftover from what I still kept from my childhood. From time to time, the box is opened and I pear inside, always somewhat surprised again at what I had packed away . . . this week it was opened again.
This was what came out and given to Elise, who like her mother, has a love for cameras. Her first question was “does it take real pictures?” “no it doesn’t, its just a toy” Then she runs off with it, and I stand there remembering how much I played with this particular toy. I am so grateful for the few items I kept, but it really warms my heart to see them get passed down to my next generation to be enjoyed and loved.
Going through her room today, I found another box. This one was full of random items she has collected around the house. She told me, “this is a box I’ve packed for college”. The apple doesn’t fall far . . . I secretly want to take the box, right now, tape it up to show it to her when she’s older.
I think she's told everyone who will listen this week about this camera. That girl is something else!
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