Thursday, July 19, 2012
On Marriage & Boxes
As I was packing this weekend, I had to pull my "Christian box" out of the closet & put it with the rest of the boxes. It's my box of every note and significant thing Christian has ever given me. All the way back to the start. I totally admit to even labeling it "My Christian Box" and I have Gilmore Girl's to thank for that one.
I have two bouquets of flowers in there. Pink Roses were the first roses he ever gave me. It was in high school, and he had different friends give me one throughout the day. The other are red roses which I received after he proposed to me. Those were the first red roses -- and the last -- that he's ever given me. (Maybe one day I'll explain that.) Our Junior and Senior prom corsages are also buried deep inside.
There's a Doodle Bear, from when he had to go away for a few months. He wanted me to have something to cuddle with. Spring water from the spring in Landa Park where we had our first kiss after he asked me out. A toy bulldozer, toy zebra, and countless, countless notes.
Christian has an "Amy Box" too. It's mostly notes, and crazy crafts I've given him over the years. It even includes a completely-full composition notebook "Adventure Day" manual, which I created for one weekend in high school. And I must have been very into the mini-scrapbook thing in high school, because there's an embarrassing amount of those buried deep inside as well.
We both cherish these boxes, but in such different ways.
I go through every 6 months or so, and read everything. I leaf through notes, gently smell the roses, and give Doodle Bear a hug. Christian has never opened his box. Ever. Even when I pull things out to read what I've given him (after I've finished reading what he's given me), he has no interest in looking through it with me. But I know he cherishes it. He told me so.
Moving brings out great and vast emotions. More than I could ever predict. It's so wonderful to find things put on the top shelf. The memories of our first three years of marriage in this little apartment keep flowing back to me with every closet, shelf and drawer I clean out.
And for that I am grateful.
We get our keys tomorrow for our new place, and I couldn't be more excited! It's a perfect new place to create even better memories, and keep filling those boxes with even more love notes ♥