It sustains all forms of life.
It cleans.
It provides beauty and recreation.
It is a precious commodity.
But it can
also
destroy.
Last week while I was busy doing everything
BUT ironing {which truth be told I do not like doing}
A silent menace ~
My plastic bottle of distilled water ~
leaked silently....
Drip. Drip. Drip.
Leached right through the
bottom of the container.
Sitting below the distilled water
in the cupboard was one of my
favorite baskets, containing ten years
worth of cherished cards that I had saved ~
Birthdays
Mother's Day
Anniversaries
Thank you's
Friendship
Just Because
When my husband went to iron a shirt,
he found my card basket sitting in
an inch of water. A lethal inch
now hosting mold at the bottom of
the sodden container.
the sodden container.
The cards were also wet, moldy
and stuck to each other.
Ten years of love, appreciation,
cheer, humor, news and so
much more.
stomach as I slowly peeled the cards
away from each other,
one by one
by one.
The toughest to take in were those home-
made construction-paper gems from my kids,
made construction-paper gems from my kids,
and the ones drawn beautifully by my daughter.
Ruined.
was still able to get out and buy them.
Although her signature got shakier each year,
I knew the effort that it took for her to buy
these and sign each one, and they meant
so much to me.
which often include a sweet and fitting quote
he has added to the words already printed.
I grieved over each one as I peeled it
away from the next.
The cards from those friends who are like
sisters to me were also hard to lose.
Each and every one, selectively kept because
it spoke to my heart in some way,
completely spoiled.
Smelly. Moldy. Water-logged.
completely spoiled.
Smelly. Moldy. Water-logged.
I was crushed.
Reminded me of the time that I casually threw
away some of my {then} kindergartner's plethora of
papers and drawings from school. Usually I chose what to
save or toss when he was busy, but that day he was there.
away some of my {then} kindergartner's plethora of
papers and drawings from school. Usually I chose what to
save or toss when he was busy, but that day he was there.
After I'd pitched a small pile his small stricken face
told the whole story, as he said in astonishment,
told the whole story, as he said in astonishment,
You threw those AWAY?
Those papers are MY LIFE!!
I never made that mistake again.
I began to think about those who have lost ALL of
their paper memories to fire or flood and I realized
that while these cards and notes were precious,
they were just this: things. Things that contained
words from those who mean the most to me and whose
love a little water can never erase.
Water recently destroyed everything that many families
in Queensland, Australia possessed. Sadly, there
are many families now living in shelters with their children
until they can get back on their feet. Children who
also lost everything, from their little books to their
precious dolls and stuffed toys.
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Children of the Floods Courtesy of The Daily Telegraph, Australia |
Queenslander Steph of the blog Mon Petit Poppet has
organized a stuffed toy drive for one of the temporary
shelters near her home. While my mom was here
last week, we made eight whimsical dollies to send
to Steph for these children. Mom made four, I made three
and my daughter made one.
and my daughter made one.
It helped me keep it all in perspective.
Made me think of little sweet faces lighting
up when they are gifted with a new stuffed friend
to hug tight while they sleep....and wait with hope
to get back into their own homes.
I'm so much more than alright.
Thank you for listening!
I'm so much more than alright.
Thank you for listening!
xx
Suzanne
PS {times three}:
1. Congrats to the winner
of my Shabby Apple giveaway,
#18, Kat of Pretty in Pink and Green,
who chose the Azure Coast dress!
of my Shabby Apple giveaway,
#18, Kat of Pretty in Pink and Green,
who chose the Azure Coast dress!
2. I'm be guest-posting for the lovely Anne
website Be In Style, a new
beauty and fashion blog.
beauty and fashion blog.
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