The Box

''Here is a box. With a lid. I wonder whatever inside is hid? Why it's some 'memories' without any doubt. Open the lid and let them come out.''

Ahh my special box of memories. 

Believe me I save a lot of memories.

 Most people round here would say I save too many memories.

But this box is special because only the very special stuff goes in here. And to earn a place in this box you have to have done something very meaningful to me. 

Let me delve into it a bit and you may see what I mean. 

It's has all my positive pregnancy tests in. The boys find this gross but to me it's probably the most special thing of all. The first signs of my boys...need I say more. 

There is a card from my mum and dad when I left home. Inside that it says 'we will miss your chirpy little voice.'

This always makes me smile,I bet it was quieter once I had left home,I think Iam the worlds biggest rattler and I do chew people's ears off on a regular basis. 

My boys first locks of golden hair are in there. Again the boys go...nooo but I love it. My little blonde baby boys...very precious to me. 

I have the tiniest scrap of paper cut out of the newspaper to announce that I had passed my NNEB. It's so tinky a slight breeze could blow it away in a instant. And goodness knows how I found it amongst all the rammel that is in this house. But I did find it and into the box it went. 

One of my favourite things is a poem a mum wrote me when her last child left nursery. I think the date on the poem was 1997. Thinking about that makes me blink! 1997...it's ages ago and I had taught all three of this ladys children by that time. Gosh that has hit me! It's a fab poem and it tells the tale of each of her girls journey through nursery. Looking at it brings back memories for me of how things were back then and how I adored that little family. At the bottom of the paper it says a thank you to me for looking after all her children and the words 'you will always be welcome in our home'

You can't say nicer than that,can you.

A Toy Policeman! This has mega sentimental value to me.... it's Eeebeat! Eeebeat was Tigers toy that went everywhere with him,when he was two years old. The story goes that Tiger loved policemen,he always dressed up as a policeman and he used to hold this policeman all the time. He named him Heartbeat after the tv show and he pronounced it Eeebeat. When I pick up Eeebeat I remember my little boy,as a two year old...very emotional.

I have a couple of cards from my grandma. My grandma died when I was 15 years old,I was very close to her and so to see her writing is very special to me.

A shiny key is in there from my mum and dad from when I was eighteen years old.

My pregnancy notes are in there. Gosh these are so special to me. Can't get anymore special than notes to tell you how your unborn baby is growing. I will always treasure these. Unfortunately my midwife took Chips notes with her and I never got them back,this does make me sad.

Inside a envelope is a newspaper clipping from when my friend J did a trek through the Himalayas to raise money for a hospital. It's dated 2003,so ten years ago! How time flies. I was pregnant with Chips at the time. I was proud of her then and reading the article I'm always proud again...she's a pretty amazing lady and I'm lucky to have her as a friend.

Wrapped up in a tissue is a rose from Tiger. He bought it me with his own money,a single red rose,talk about melt...I melted alright and the rose lives on...inside my box. 

So a very mixed box of tricks! Funny thing is that these things have evolved over time. I didn't put them in,in date order,they went in when I found them,usually as I was routing around my vast collection of sentimental tat.

It's nice to have a box for the special things in life....a true treasure box. 

Linking up to Two Shoes Tuesday 

Where the prompts were box or dark