One Little Box
In the bedroom closet upstairs, tucked away on the top shelf, is a box.
It’s an old Gateway computer box with the Holstein cow pattern, and it’s only about 14” X 18” and 6” deep.
It doesn’t take up much space, this one little box, but, if you open it up, out pops one great, big surprise! Thirty-three years of calendars, thirty-three years of life, thirty-three years of recorded history from one small family. It contains years of appointments, church activities, school and sports activities, vacation schedules, birthdays, anniversaries, deaths, dinners, all kinds of celebrations etc….
It reminds me of a Jack-In-The-Box. Each year it springs open, I add another calendar, force the lid closed as it bursts with memories, and I put it away for safe keeping.
This one little box holds one big treasure.
And it’s amazing how little space this box takes, upstairs, tucked away on the top shelf of the bedroom closet.
I wrote this poem in 2012 and it reigns true today although I did have to put the Gateway box into a larger box to accommodate more calendars. I added another calendar this week.
What a great idea. I’ve saved all of the Christmas letters I’ve written as documentation of our family’s history.
I was never consistent with our Christmas letters…those are great summaries of the years for you.