On my unmade bed in my bedroom, I opened a shoebox that hasn't been opened in a very long time. Occasionally, I lift its lid and haphazardly toss something inside, but today I took it out of its drawer and carefully sorted all of its contents.
One of my favorite singers of all time is Randy Travis and I love his song "The Box." If you desire, you may take a peek inside mine. You'll find...
~A book of matches from Lee’s Chicken, my very first professional piano gig. I played there from April 2001 to December 2005. It says in very 1970s print, "Live music, favorite beverages, dress comfortable, bring the kids."
~All the Playbills from every Broadway show I’ve seen.
~My very first Cadet name tag, bearing my maiden name “Daugherty,” and a Ranger Challenge tab, from one of the most difficult and ambitious things I did as a Cadet.
~An e-mail from SFC Crouse, an ROTC instructor who gave me my first salute at my commissioning. He was responsible for sending me to Airborne School, and making me believe that I could actually do it. He was the first person I called after I made my first jump.
~Four blue boxes from Tiffany & Company. One that my wedding present came in, and one for each anniversary gift since.
~Trinkets from Korea, when I went as a Cadet. The Republic of Korea Marines were mesmerized by my height as a female, and gave me gifts on my last day there, a lighter, a bookmark, and a bracelet charm.
~A love letter from Eddie soon after our first date, where he outlined his plan for our future entitled, "Operation Make You Stay With Me Forever." Four years later, things are going as planned.
~Extra wedding invitations. You had to order a minimum of 50, and we had only 20 guests.
~A piece of notebook paper with my favorite Scriptures in my handwriting.
I carefully place these treasures back inside and swallow the lump in my throat. I'm fortunate to have a box so full. For it is only a fraction of what is in my heart.