My youngest son gets married this coming Saturday. He flew from the nest many, many years ago. I am glad that he has found this kind of happiness.
So jewelry making...creating....has gone by the wayside these past few weeks.
I am an anxious woman. I will let the littlest of things cause me stress. There have been a lot of little things lately.
I've been sorting buttons over the last two days. Boxes and boxes of buttons. Buttons I started tucking away over 40 years ago. They have never been sorted, organized, whatever. Just accumulated. Like random memories.
I felt the overwhelming urge to sort them now. I saw a lot of spare buttons. Buttons that I had used to sew my childrens clothes, my own clothes. Back in ancient times when I used to sew. I saw a button that has three horizontal holes in it. It is white. I pondered over that button. Set it aside while I continued to sort the other buttons. I wondered about the history of that button. Why it is so unlike any of the other thousands (yep, thousands) of buttons I have.
I feel like that button. Different from all the rest, yet a button just the same.
The day my son is getting married is the same day my father died. Thirty two years ago. This date will soon have a smile memory. I am looking forward to that.
And yes, the buttons are all sorted now.