The Best Day Ever

"Today was the best day ever."
"We got to play croquet ... swing on a tire ... and look inside the secret chest!" "Wow this is great!"
"Thank you Debbie"

The warmth, love, and sheer genuineness of young children. You see my two good buddies came over for a few hours yesterday. While they played and I putzed around the house trying to clean and sort the garage (an ongoing project).



They saw a trunk on a shelf ... "What's in the steamer trunk, Debbie?" they queried. Gee I don't know ... "Can we look, can we look?" Heck, I wasn't sure so we took it down and I told them it was mormor's (my grandmothers) ... that she brought all of her worldly possessions from Sweden to America in it 90 years ago. "See, those were her initials: F J. I bet she wrote them herself."

With anticipation only a young child can muster up we opened it ... low and behold ... there were treasures in it. A book filled with cards from a baby shower that was given when my mother was pregnant with me. Birthday cards given to me when I was their age. About 30 of my mother's handkerchiefs. Cards my mother gave to her mother. A photo album of relatives and old Life magazines ... one from when President Kennedy was assassinated and another from when Martin Luther King Jr. was assassinated. the USA Today from 9/12/01 and 9/13/01. I guess it was a secret treasure chest!

So the steamer trunk has moved inside the house and has taken a place of honor in the living room.

Yes .... it was the best day ever ...
Until the next best day ever ...

Make today the best day ever!