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make_your_move) wrote2008-07-19 08:40 am
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The joy of a shared history ...
Subtitled: Sometimes nostalgia is a good thing
Yesterday my daughter T was keeping me company in studio/sewing room .... and she wanted me to teach her to do counted cross-stitch. After finally finishing what I was doing, I spent the better part of 1/2 hour tearing about my studio (note to self ... time to reorganize) I wandered into a long forgotton box in my sewing desk. At the bottom of the mish-mash box of stuff were a set of envelopes that seemed vaguely familiar ..
They were a set of letters written to my by da' hubby
lapsedagnostic in 1993 when we were dating and I had gone to Pennsic 22. Man, talk about a blast from the past ... but the best part?!???!!! One of the best parts was one of the letter contained a long lost playlist to a tape he made me that I loved. It disappeared many years ago, and it's always bothered me....
So, last night, after the kids were all in bed, I sat down with Quas and we read those letter one by one. And looked at some of the pictures (rowr!). And I dug up all the tapes he made me so long ago and we listened to them, figured out the songs and artists and I made playlists of them on my Itunes so I can have them with me on my Ipod. He would YouTube a bunch of them and we walked down memory lane together and laughed.
While I don't long for all those times .. and I wish for some of them to come back ... there is tremendous joy in having a shared history with someone you love. And despite having gone to bed late and woken up way too early this morning (6am) I am happy.
Yesterday my daughter T was keeping me company in studio/sewing room .... and she wanted me to teach her to do counted cross-stitch. After finally finishing what I was doing, I spent the better part of 1/2 hour tearing about my studio (note to self ... time to reorganize) I wandered into a long forgotton box in my sewing desk. At the bottom of the mish-mash box of stuff were a set of envelopes that seemed vaguely familiar ..
They were a set of letters written to my by da' hubby
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So, last night, after the kids were all in bed, I sat down with Quas and we read those letter one by one. And looked at some of the pictures (rowr!). And I dug up all the tapes he made me so long ago and we listened to them, figured out the songs and artists and I made playlists of them on my Itunes so I can have them with me on my Ipod. He would YouTube a bunch of them and we walked down memory lane together and laughed.
While I don't long for all those times .. and I wish for some of them to come back ... there is tremendous joy in having a shared history with someone you love. And despite having gone to bed late and woken up way too early this morning (6am) I am happy.
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What tracks were on there?
(In mixtapes, as in love, we are fascinated by what is chosen by others)
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Is it War yet?
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*big hugs to both of you*
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