each of our littles has a box of “treasures”…special little things of theirs that i’ve set aside for them…
we call them their “keepsake” boxes…
although, at some point along the way, one of the littles mispronounced it “keep-safe”…and it stuck…because it seemed even more appropriate that way!
there’s blankies…and locks of hair…and (even) a lost tooth housed safely inside each…
and my intention is to send them along with each of them someday…but for now…they’re just (mostly) for me…
for when they creep up on a milestone birthday…or come home with keys to a car…for me to sneak down to the basement and open and remember…to hold in my hands the little dresses or little shoes that they somehow…once upon a time…used to fit into…
and when i went to tidy the top drawer of my desk last night…i came across that test i’d placed there to “keep safe” for a time…until a box could be started for our wee little one…
and i realized…
they won’t need one…
that that test i held in my hand was the only treasure i have…
the only hold-in-my-hand reminder…that even though for ever-so briefly…our wee little one…was…