OLD STEAMER TRUNK

We have this weathered old steamer trunk…it’s been with Deborah and me for as long as I can remember…since we became a family. Since that moment all those years ago…for some reason we have sunk mementos of things we want to remember into that old steamer trunk. From today traveling backwards to our grandchildren, our children, to the moment we became husband and wife… It is filled with a cornucopia of memorabilia… A loosely layered mixed-up roadmap of our life. Over the years so many mementos and keepsakes we have laid in there to rest that somewhere along the way that old steamer trunk became a treasure chest. We had a few items we wanted to put in our treasure chest this summer we picked up overseas and when I opened it I was immediately hit with the aroma of memories. I sat there for a while…dipping into memories…reminiscing…having fun because it’s like after I’m hit with the aroma of Deborah’s cookies… it’s hard to stop at one. When it was time to leave our treasure chest of memories…I admit it was hard to stop but I took the ones from this trip and set them gently on the top. It’s getting harder and harder to close our treasure chest of all the memories we share because with each new memory we add…there’s not much room in there. But after adding the latest memories…one of the things about this treasure chest I most adore… is, even after a lifetime of memories made together…there is always room for more.