What That Dusty Box Means To Me

     I was going through boxes in the basement looking for some craft things tonight, when I came across a box that Dan had saved from our dating years. Inside it were all of the notes that I wrote to him in Jr. High (perfectly folded in the most hip and happening folds of course). I wonder how much time I spent learning how to fold notes the cool way... well worth the time...clearly. There were also a bunch of cards and some high school notes and pictures too.

Here are my thoughts on the box I came across...

• I was able to see the world through the eyes of a Jr. higher for a few minutes. What silly thoughts. The most minuscule issue seemed to be a catastrophe then. At least we can look back at it and laugh.
• It brought back so many amazing memories. 
• It was just what I needed tonight.
• My mom is a saint for putting up with me through those years. I was no wild child, but I probably could have made the job easier too. 
• I love this man for saving all of my notes/cards/ pictures/ movie stubs, and for sticking it out with me through all of these years. 
• It reminded me that before anything else the boy in the picture below was my best friend. 

Seventh Grade!