I Guess I Never Told You, I'm So Happy...

All my life I have kept "memories".

I crept into the Attic tonight in search of something, and found something else.

There is a box up there, somewhere containing things dating back to my young teens, through my first job, on through University. My "exam shirt" is in that box. The same exam shirt, I cut a little from the seam of, and stitched to the inside of my husband's suit when he started looking for jobs, outside the Navy. My scrap books, which I kept from when I was 15, containing cuttings from magazines, ticket stubs, scribbled notes. Every single one of them a memory.

I found another box. This box holds a lot of my heart. Inside that box, were letters to and from my husband, over three years in the Navy, and then more when he worked away for another two years. There are cards from the children to him, and there are cards and "i love you's", where my tears still stain the paper.

You nearly didn't get me back downstairs, but I settled for this one writing case. Over 30 years of memories in here. My dogs, both long, long gone. A report card from 1981. A letter from my friend, from 1984. My mum and dad's invite to my 21st Birthday. A card from flower, received while he was away at sea, and baby scans, of my babies.

Whilst I still hold on to tickets, and photos, and brochures, and letters, Blip has given me a means of keeping my days. There's nothing nicer than clicking back a month, a year, or even two, and finding a recollection that had slipped, and a shot which brings everything back into focus, and you get that same warm feeling, that stumbling over this long forgotten case gave me tonight.

Happy 2 years to me. I've loved every single minute of it!

And for the record:
The day came in cloudy, and drizzly, and stayed pretty grey all day.
For Molly who encouraged.