Found a spot of quiet this morning, so joining in with Lisa-Jo and the other Five Minute Friday folks over here. Come on over to read some beautiful pieces on the prompt: Broken.
Here is my offering:
In just two days, three men packed everything we own into boxes. The speed at which they worked impressed me. I would go run an errand and when I returned, the kitchen would be completely boxed up, which is a task that could have taken me weeks to accomplish.
“Could you show me your high value items?” the lead guy asked us as we walked through the house together. My eyes scanned bookshelves, glanced into drawers, mentally ticking through our belongings.
What do we own that is of value?
We do have a gorgeous set of Noritake china that my husband’s grandfather brought back from Japan after WWII. And I suppose I have a few pieces of jewelry that you could say are “high value”.
Walking through the rooms of our home, I thought how the high value items in my life were not going to be boxed up by these jovial gentlemen, but were, instead, sitting right there at the table, with bed heads and wearing jammies, eating their last breakfast in our little blue house.
My husband, my children, the relationships we have been celebrating with good-bye dinners and see-you-later lunches: they can’t be wrapped in bubble wrap and placed just so in a box. I won’t unwrap them on an afternoon in Maryland. But I do hold them in my heart as tenderly as I hope those packers placed our china in a box.
And if the china gets broken? Or the pearls misplaced?
I’m OK with that.