So it’s late it’s late and I’m tired from moving today and yet bored, so I decide to go through some of the boxes that Hydee and I have unloaded. I start rummaging in one box that is already open and I see a few photos of Hydee’s mom and some knitting needles and the first thing I think is, “Great. A box of Hydee’s junk.” Both Hydee and I tend to collect boxes of “odds and ends”, which is a polite way of saying that we’re pretty disorganized and end up with boxes of God only knows what. I usually find tools in my boxes that, for the life of me, I can’t figure out what their original function was and that I secretly suspect never had one.
Here’s the rub though. As I poke through this one, I realize that it’s not Hydee’s. There’s an old driver’s license of mine, a ribbon from a 7th grade track meet, an old game CD of mine… this is OUR junk box. My junk mixed up with Hydee’s, and it all fits together like a Tetris game. Love can be so many things in so many ways… passionate, sublime, sincere, tender, caring… however, two people intermingling their mementos and having it all belong together is likely the most tangible sign of love that I have ever experienced.
