Treasures gracefully found
I remember finding my Dad's old Army footlocker in his coat closet. It was made of metal & leather and smelled of age. That musty, worn-in smell filled my nose and I was hooked. I knew I'd found treasure. I begged my Dad to tell me every last detail about the footlocker's contents. The military cap he had worn those many years ago, the journal filled with his youthful thoughts, and the black and white photographs of years past.
Those were real treasures! But what was best, truly best, was hearing the stories. The memories flooding back from long ago as he recounted his past and I got a peek into the years that made my Dad who he was.
We each have our stories. Sometimes, just by chance, we find something that draws out an old memory. And for that instant, we're back in that moment - playing with a favorite toy, visiting a special place, or re-living an adventure with an old sweetheart. These are the stories that make us who we are. I hope you'll find your own treasures here with me!
