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Anniversaries. More specifically, my parents’ anniversaries. Which keep happening on this date over and over. I’m starting to think it’s more than just a coincidence… So to my mom and dad, happy 53rd anniversary!
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Photo albums. We’ve kept them since before I was born, which is good for refreshing happy memories, remembering the odd places I fell asleep around the house and double-checking how old I was when I broke one of my arms. (It took a while to find the album that had some pictures—for the record, it was my left arm when I was 2.)
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Old furniture. One of the items I use as a bookshelf back at my parents’ house is Dad’s old school desk. He used it as a kid, so that thing is way older than me. I treat my elders with respect: I use it for books that I read for English classes back in college. “Take care of my Shakespeare anthology, desk, he’s your elder, too!”
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Family vacations. Some of those albums came from trips we’ve taken across the country, into Canada, up to Alaska, overseas… happy memories for all of us.
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Being able to wish my parents a happy anniversary. I may not live in their basement anymore, but I can still let them know (via text message this year) how grateful I am for everything they’ve done for me over the last 40+ years. Love you guys!
You are. And that is enough.
