Dear Mom,
Dad and Alecia drove over last weekend and brought with them some items from home for me. One of them being the Korean chest. Dad called and asked a few weeks ago if I wanted it and I said yes, but not really sure if I did want it. Asian really isn't my decorating style preference for my house, but I didn't want it sold to some stranger, like Dad did with the piano (the piece of furniture I really wanted). So he brought it over along with the statue of the little girl catching a butterfly and your Delft collection. Well, I almost cried when Dad and Eric carried in the Korean chest. It was such a prominent piece of furniture in our house for so long and I love that it is now in mine. I remember looking though the drawers with years and years of unorganized pictures contained inside, looking in the bottom drawer for the little "surprises" you kept hidden in there, and I love the distinct sound of the doors opening and shutting. It sounds like home. It's currently in our empty front room, but I'm sure we'll have a special place for it in the next house. I feel like I have a little bit of our home in my home now and with that comes a little bit of you.
Tuesday, September 22, 2009
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