This past weekend I’ve been prepping mom’s move for next Sunday by clearing out dishes, glasses, pots, bowls, cooking utensils, silverware, etc., from her kitchen. I can’t believe what we brought from Florida three and a half years ago. I say “we” because I helped her with that move. I mean, she didn’t use 99% of what we brought. But, you never know what you will and won’t use.
Today, we went through a dresser drawer in her bedroom where she keeps odds and ends. And came across this from T. We both couldn’t help but cry when I read aloud the following find, so typical of T.:
And this, so typical of his wonderful humor:
And this, so typical of his unabashed love: