Visiting my in-laws is always a nostalgic experience. They’ve lived in the same house since they got married 35 years ago and their home has been my sanctuary for more than half my life. I wandered into Steve’s room on Saturday morning and couldn’t help but smile. It would be impossible to sum up the number of memories stirred when I see the relics of our high school years still living happily in his childhood room.
In a cardboard box near the door I saw a piece of faded poster board poking out. It was Steve’s parent’s “Just Married” sign, dated 1974. Across the room, next to the window, sat a small wooden box carved with hearts. I had given it to Steve one Valentine’s Day when we were in high school. After smelling coffee brewing downstairs, I returned to the kitchen. Steve sat at the table, pouring over old photos, some dating back three generations in his family. We examined each picture, sometimes laughing, sometimes asking his mom or dad to tell us more about that day. There was nothing I would have rather spent my time doing and I’ll always be thankful to have had the chance to learn more about my husband’s heritage.
Later that afternoon, we had lunch with my father-in-law and stopped at Abbott’s so he and Steve could enjoy their (famous) frozen custard. While walking to Charlotte beach, passing pavilions packed with birthday parties and barbeques on the way, Steve and I talked about stopping there after our prom more than a decade ago. When we saw the carousel, we all commented on how much our new baby neice might enjoy it this summer for the first time. And as I snapped this photo of Steve and his Dad, I couldn’t help but feel how magical it was to record that day. I imagined sharing the photo in the future and hoped that seeing it later would remind me of how much these moments matter.
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Corinne, this is so beautiful! I love the way you tell a story! Have fun! XO
Thanks, Lauren! I love telling stories about Steve’s family:)
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