Sometime in the near future, I know that my husband and I will need to move for various reasons: to be nearer my daughter and her family, my work, and places in the city that we like to visit (museums, etc.). It will make parts of our life easier. And my connection in this post with moving is that I'm beginning to choose what I'll want to keep, and what I will leave behind, so I've begin really looking at what is in my house. But this story isn’t about moving, this post is about stories written on certain items in my house, the things I believe I must take. I imagine that you own such items too.
Because it’s Sunday, a slow-coffee morning for us, I thought I’d share some different cups that live in my kitchen cabinet. Each one, when chosen, makes me remember certain people and places with them.
|Here's where these memories live.|
|A cup I kept from my mother's cabinet. Whenever I visited her, I would choose this cup. In the final months of her time in her home, she began giving things away, and she gave me this, knowing that it was special to me.|
|A student's parent brought me this cup from Starbucks one day, filled with cafe mocha. Once a week she dropped in with more to fill the cup, and to chat about education.|
|This is a cup from a dear aunt, who was like a second mother to me. She often mailed little gifts to say hello, and this is one of them.|
|This is from a student recently who knows how much I love to read. It came with a dry erase pen so I could keep a list of my TBR's|
|This is a cup from my children's childhood. Both of them loved it, and now the grandchildren use it, passing it on so that the younger ones can enjoy it, too. It says: "Who lives in this cup?"|
|And here is who lives in the cup.|