Carol (Tom’s mom) found a gem the other day. It was a note that her mother-in-law left for her after a day of baby sitting Tommy (as they called my husband up until it embarrassed him) when he was about a year old. Bommy (Tom’s grandma’s nickname) left an incredibly detailed account of Tommy’s food and beverage consumption, his napping, and even the size of his bowel movements. And all written in her distinctive, feminine handwriting. Anybody who knows me knows that I looooooove to throw away anything and almost everything (ie: anything I haven’t worn or used in the past week). And yet I can’t bring myself to throw away such a precious little note. I figure that if it will bring a smile to my face ten years from now, it’s probably worth keeping.
