As much as we talk about "stuff" not being important; there is still some comfort in surrounding ourselves with "meaningful" pieces. In the midst of my letting go of "stuff," Dad and I have talked about things that we used to have that we don't have anymore or don't even know where they might be.
I have some things that had been my Dad's. As I looked at the saddle and cowboy boot ornaments on my holiday tree, I wondered if Dad might want them?
I wrapped them up along with two finger rosaries that I'd bought for him in Paris, and popped them in the back of the rental car.
I also had some bigger boxed items that I felt more certain that he would want.
He's made me smile regularly on this trip. I'm sure you can guess that the big stuff will be coming back to New Orleans with me.
It's those small items (and a this year's New Orleans Mardi Gras Voodoo doll) that I almost didn't bring along that have found a home again with Dad.
And, a special home where they are displayed, always visible, and will give Dad joy to look at them...hanging from the lace valence on the window in his room.
We also found his favorite Christmas Ornament of all time, nicely tucked into a plastic bag in one of the higher cabinets. Et voila...bears and boots!
Happy Wednesday!
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