I hate the heat.
Chris went into this cleaning frenzy when all I wanted to do was go downstairs where it’s 10 degrees cooler. Why he wanted to clean in an 80+ degree house with freakin’ high humidity, I don’t know. I ended up looking for something, and what I found in my hope-chest was a Christmas ornament, with a note. It was from my Nan, she said that this was for -MY- Christmas tree when I have my own place, and that she would try to get me a new one each year once I got it. Earlier today I was telling someone about my wedding, and Nan. How she came up to me and told me I looked beautiful, but who was I? I was never very close to Nan, but man did that make me miss her. And my Nana. She had started to slip away at that point too. Within a year of our wedding Nana had passed away and Nan was in the end stages of Alzheimer’s.
I look at my hope chest, with all the things in it and I can see how everyone who added too it was putting things in to help me with my future. With little notes like a time capsule. I just wish I could climb into the hope-chest and go back in time and see them when they’re putting it in.