My Song

Yesterday I promised to tell you about my song, the song my father wrote for me. The song is called, I Hold a Little Girl in My Arms. If you click on the image you will be able to read the lyrics.
My father wrote it based on the picture below. The night before my wedding my Father and Eric took me aside and played me the song which they had recorded together.Out of all of the moments in my life, it is one of my most treasured.


My father, in addition to being an amazing man, is an amazing musician. Please check out his music by clicking here. My song, in addition to other amazing songs are all on his album.

Little Boxes

What is the deal with little boxes? I have accumulated so many of them over the course of time. All of them have stories, but very little function in my daily life. I recently gathered up some, not all, of my little boxes. I realized that I have not purchased a single one of these little boxes for myself, they have all been gifts.

I wonder what makes me seem like a little box type-o-gal. I do enjoy a little box, but it is pretty strange how often I have received them. Does everyone get little boxes as gifts? I think it would be safe for me to say that I have literally received hundreds of little boxes throughout the course of my life. Some have stayed with me and others have mysteriously disappeared. Others were too weird and have found their way to thrift stores, where I am sure some small child was overjoyed with their discovery of a Precious Moments box, featuring a big eyed child praying with a lamb.

So, these small boxes are generally lovely, but functionless. Below I have shown you a small portion of my little boxes.



Here I have opened them up so you can see that I have at least attempted to give many of the boxes a function. Really the contents of these little boxes are pretty ridiculous. I have generally put things in little boxes that seem like tiny treasures: an old key, a ring, pieces of paper with wishes (yeah I know its creepy), a flower, old film that has yet to be developed, a rosary (I am not Catholic), a dried pomegranate, etc.

So, I guess if you are going to give someone a tiny box, why not put a tiny treasure in it? If form follows function, then these bad boys never had a function intended for them.

Who makes these little boxes and why do we want them so badly?

Treasure

When I was a little girl I became infected with an obsession for horses. I don't know why this phenomenon is fairly unique to girls, but many a little girl has been fascinated by horses. I don't know if it is their long hair or what, but one thing is certain I loooved them. I was so crazy for horses that I tried to braid horse hair into my own hair in something like a glorified rat tail (remember I was a child in the 1980s).

I used to daydream about unicorns and Pegasuses taking me to some magical land. For some reason I always felt that horses could talk, a feeling that has really persisted into my adult life.

My parents were working hard to get through school and make a life for us. Naturally this meant that they were in no situation to buy a horse for me. They did try to cater to my dream in various ways. For instance they hired someone to teach me about horses once a week for a few months in Jr. high. They bought me horse toys for birthdays and Christmas. They also purchased this necklace for me. I can't say that I remember the exact moment I got this necklace, but it has always been a treasured item. I have carried this necklace with me through a dozen moves and several states. Something about this necklace has resonated with me throughout my whole life. I think that it reminds me of the dreams that I had and parents who did their best to nurture them.