Sand dollars I collected as a child on Orcas Island, plus a few more that my best sister-like friend from Montana gave me. These have always seemed magical to me, in their grainy roundness with the perfectly etched designs on top. I have moved them with me, unbroken as of yet, since I was 8 years old.
Cows Ice Cream mugs I bought in Whistler, Canada, when I took Restaurant Gal Son mountain biking over several summers when he was between grades in middle and high school.
Other mugs from both kids’ colleges, and the green plaid ones my Wonderful Friend and I bought several of at the same time on the “reduced” shelf at Starbucks so we could drink coffee “together” no matter where we were. RG Daughter has one, too.
Five unopened bags of gluten-free flour combinations with which I hope to make cookies and cakes, someday.
Scrap book stickers and letters and all else needed to construct the ultimate gift to my best sister-like friend from Montana. I might finally have enough down time, alone, to do this.
A plastic bin filled with every diary and journal I have ever kept, starting in 6th grade, when I lamented that my boyfriend of the moment had not called in a week. The journals I kept in college shall remain sealed forever 🙂
Photos of my babies as babies, as youngsters, as awkward pre-teens, and many more photos of them as the beautiful and handsome young adults they are now.
Photos my grandmother placed in an envelope labeled “For RG”–representing so many generations of ancestors I never knew, but feel as if I did, thanks to her stories.
Glassware and silver given to me by my great aunt, who was 4′ 10″ tall when she died at age 103, and who was the toughest woman with the best sense of humor I ever knew.
Two cookbooks from my childhood, including the ultimate “Barbie” cookbook.
The last gift my biological father gave me a mere two years after I found him, just before he died of lung cancer.
Too many pairs of new shoes in my effort to look stylish in my new job, where open-toe styles are welcome.
My jewelry, including my wedding band that is safely tucked away, and my engagement ring that I now wear every day after months of ignoring it in my jewelry box.