I like surprises. Cynical and I differ in that fact. He likes the known. I tend to like a little bit of both: the comfort of the known and the excitement of the unknown. He likes to know exactly what Santa is bringing him. I want to be utterly in shock and awe come Christmas morning.
When we travel, he wants an itinerary and some idea of what is ahead of us. I tend to go with the flow and live for what is around the next corner.
This week has been right up my alley. Over the weekend, the postman delivered my Knit Mitt Kit Swap package. Inside was a blue felted bag, needles, "Knitting for Peace", some Plymouth Encore yarn in lavendar, and a great mitt pattern.
Yesterday a long awaited package arrived from Caroline. You see, I was a winner in a contest on her blog. She sent a bulb from the Plaza area in Kansas City. Thanks, Caroline, what a neat token from the Christmas season and our visit to KC a year ago.
And last, but certainly not least, while cleaning out some drawers lately, we came across some disposable cameras and film that had been long forgotten. Most only had a few photos on them, apparently film gone wrong, or cameras tossed to the side. I gathered them all up and Cynical dropped them off for developing.
I had honestly not thought much about the lonesome rolls until today when I stopped to pick them up. And as I opened each envelope I was treated to a wonderful surprise. Photos of the last Easter my grandmother remembered me, a lost set of photographs from a very, very long canoing outing, snapshots from an early camping trip with Cynical's family.
I have flipped through them over and over again, looking at how we have changed, stopping to consider what brought the smiles to our faces, remembering that Prince E was once that small and his brown eyes so sweet.
As I see photographs of my grandmother, I stop to touch her face, remembering her very vividly that Sunday morning we hid plastic eggs in her backyard. Recalling when I realized she was slipping away.
Surprises, sometimes sweet.
Tuesday, January 23, 2007
Nice surprises
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What nice surpises indeed! I am glad you have those pics of your grandmother. I bet that was exciting to open up and find.
Oh, what wonderful surprises! Especially the pictures. Occasionally I used to find a handful of pictures misplaced and forgotten, and I often sat down to enjoy reminiscing. I am especially touched with pictures of my mom during those days that Alzheimer's was beginning to take her, but we hadn't realized it yet. That faraway look in her eyes is, in the photos, unmistakable. I wish we'd paid more attention at the time. Memories, sweet and bittersweet, too. I miss her so.
I love getting surprises like that. I'm so glad the film was still good and could be developed. It must have been wonderful seeing your gma's picture! What a nice surprise.
So glad you liked your gift from my contest.
We have a disposable camera here with pictures on it and after reading your post I think we will have to go have it developed.
Wonderful surprises indeed!
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