I have boxes and boxes of memories. Silly things that I don't want to throw away. Anna and I had talked about it and she said I should take pictures of the items and blog about them and then I can throw them away. Good idea. So this is the first installment of that process.
When Chris and I were dating, his family invited me to go to Chicago with them for the weekend. They had a suite at a hotel downtown with plenty of room for everyone. It was supposed to be a great weekend of shopping and eating and fun. At this point in our relationship, I really liked Chris a lot and the prospect of this weekend with his family was very exciting. I went shopping and borrowed clothes from girls in my building. I got my hair cut. I was thrilled to be going.
We stayed at his house in Plymouth the night before we were leaving because we were taking the train to Chicago and the train was leaving very early in the morning. I got to sleep in his old bedroom. Chris helped me put my bags in his room and on the bed was a Godiva Chocolate box. I was thrilled. I had never had Godiva Chocolate before but had heard much of its delightfulness. I didn't want to open it and eat it then. I wanted to savour it and make it last. Chris was like, "Open it and eat one." So I reluctantly opened the box. Inside was not chocolate but a gold bracelet. It was beautiful. I had never been given jewelry so beautiful before. I put that bracelet on and did not take it off until it fell off years and years later because the gold wore out and it broke.
The first item I picked out of my memory box was the gold Godiva box with the original ribbons and tissues still inside.
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