These boxes have somehow lasted through moves, attics, dust, and in my family's case... squirrel invasions.
Every time I go back home to Tulsa, various, mysterious bags show up in our car... undiscovered until we cross the Louisiana line. And in Stephen's case... I found this box in our trunk after his mom dropped off some cabinet doors his dad had fixed for us.
I was so excited to see what was in it. Stephen hasn't had as many drop offs as I have.
How precious is this.
Yes. My hubby went to Space Camp. He even met an astronaut with the last name Baker. And got a pin. I can just see his little sweet excited face at the age of 10 with his starched new flight suit.
I know you can imagine it too.
Space Camp wasn't the only memory he got to relive with me. I also got Cub Scouts and Letterman jackets. It was so much fun.
I love the Best Workmanship pin. I think that alone is helping us get through all our home renovations.
And then to the Letterman jacket. He lettered in tennis, track and cross country. I would have had the biggest crush on him. I bet his beard wouldn't have been as dark back then though...
Then to the cross country jacket. I told him to run for me... so I could see his cross country moves.
Although,, I must say, our children will not see pictures of me between the ages of 10-16. Those were some bad, ugly years, that I'd just as rather imagine didn't happen. There was a grunge phase that needs to forgotten. I hate to say this...
But when my mom said to me one morning as I left for 8th grade... "let me take your picture so one day you can look back and see what a bad decision this outfit was."
She was right. I've since destroyed the picture.