One thing is certain, my Mom knows I am one sentimental bitch.
While I am not the type of person who will ever find myself in the category of a Hoarder, I do hang on to things many other people toss aside. Things like notes passed in class in high school. Or the ticket stubs from the first NFL game I ever went to. Or the medical bracelet that Bennett wore during his brain surgery.
That stuff has VALUE to me.
Whenever I see my Mom, she always seems to pull some new piece of sentimentality from...well, someplace, and give it to me. So I guess that is where I got the habit from. Because if she always has something to give me, that means that she, throughout her life, has been collecting stuff like that too.
This time? A very interesting tidbit from, ironically, July 2005, when she accompanied me and a bunch of The Family to celebrate Carter's first birthday on a sort of Family Vacation. A week in a place in Tennessee called Pigeon Forge.
Just a little thing of toothpicks that she just happened to save from a restaurant we all went to one night to get some Barbeque. And after ALL this time...she still just HAD it.
Ain't that a kick in the head?
So to speak of course.