Memories

I have to admit that I am some what of a pack rat. Well I try not to be, but I think it's in my blood! Yikes!!!

While helping my mom clean out her attic, I came across a box of dried flowers. Not just flowers, all the flowers that my husband had given me while we were dating.

The box of flowers included the first flowers he gave me (our first Valentine's) and the flowers he gave me when he proposed (and several in between).

Although one part of me wanted to take the flowers home and save them forever, the sensible side said, "Take a picture of them, keep the memory, and let the box go." So that's what I did.

One picture can hold such great memories.