Monday, February 4, 2008
The grass was greener/The light was brighter
I really am so lucky to have a pack rat for a father. Joe and I joked while picking up the kids last weekend at my parent's that it is like a compound with the house and barns and summer kitchen and small buildings. He needs the space...the man collects! He also has kept my childhood things and has relinquished them little by little to me in what seems like the timeline of appropriateness for Finn. It is cool. I recently found my old preschool card game Slap Jack in a box he had left here. I took them out and immediately felt the rush of memory as my thumbs touched their slick backs. I thought about the old wooden table in my room and how my mom and dad would hunch down and play with me there. I loved this game. Finn is currently thrilled at slapping the table hard when the Jack card appears, as he loves the opportunity to use his brute force. I love the illustrations and the vintage feelings I get.