The Writing on the Wall

When we moved back to Charlotte I think I had about five days to "settle in" before I had to jump back into teaching. Well, we never really set up shop here. I'm not sure if it's because we truly feel this location is just a "limbo" location or because we're just tired of moving and finding a spot for everything. Either way, or neither way, we have three things arranged on our wall. A mirror above the fireplace, a photo collage over Sampson's eating area and this frame collage.



Our framed wedding invitation, a gift from my oober talented sister-in-law.



The poem that my mister wrote to me when we were sixteen. Except I didn't know about it until the day we got engaged (9 years later) and he shared it with me.



And this is the last letter we got from my grandfather before he passed away. He always bet a dollar when his alma matter played against certain teams with my brothers. This was the first time, and unfortunately the only time, that he and Nate played when Minnesota and Michigan met up. This was also right after we got Sampson, hence my grandma's note about his face. Nate had the idea of framing it when we found it again after he passed.



Funny thing is, I don't really need much else up. Especially considering all of the heirlooms we live with daily. More on those later...