10 Years in a Shoe Box

Nate and I have been married 10 years today.

I found myself downstairs rummaging through a mess of cardboard boxes

when this small black shoe box caught my eye.

I grabbed that box, dusted it off, and carefully toted it upstairs.

I sat down at the kitchen table and lifted the lid gently off the box.

Instantly, the memories came flooding back

as I traced my fingers through the papers and scanned through old photo's.

It's amazing the amount of memories one tattered shoe box can hold-

10 years worth to be exact.

That box was filled with odds and ends,

a collection of cards and hand written I love you' s,

lots of pictures that make me grateful for the invention of the flat iron.

Not to mention this little gem from when Nate and I were dating.

It was Halloween.

He was Maverick. I was Charlie.

A stack of papers with sweet messages written on each one.

Nate had hidden them throughout our little 2 bedroom basement apartment.

I think it took me a good few weeks to find them all.

So I sat there, lost in nostalgia, for a good few hours-

soaking in all the memories and I loved every.minute.of.it.

Makes me thankful for old shoe boxes

and my hoarding issues...

which in this case, turns out to be a good thing.

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