Box of memories

In our family we all have a box, with cards, photos, programmes and mementos. Little memories, kept safe.

My mum also keeps her own little collection for her grandson and granddaughter, my nephew and niece. Or nieflings as I like to call them, as it has an old fashioned sound to it.

Anyway, as Andrew is turning 21 we had a look through his. Cute photos, some incomprehensible drawings (genius in our eyes). It was nice to remember how often he has been in the local paper, usually hiding modestly at the back.

And so lovely to be reminded of the thank you notes my sister used to write for gifts, along with her own version of what his little signature might have looked like, before he could quite write it himself.