My son just bought his first house on the other side of the state and just got the keys yesterday evening. I was so excited for him and got to see it today. The house was beautiful, the yard was wonderful, he's on a very desired lake in the area and his boat is superb.
But ya know what was almost just as good?!?! When I pulled into the driveway - there it was. It had my name all over it. I was frothing at the mouth. My Jeep Cherokee was full of furniture for him and soon would be empty. The pile of junk left at the curb from the previous owners was extraordinary!!! There was lots of wood trim and baseboard. Some vintage mirrors. A hanging basket with cocoa liner. Some wooden crutches. Some vintage handles from old shovels or rakes perhaps. There were two garbage cans full. I was looking at the junk, moving things around, etc, when my new-home-owner Son approached me. MOM - I don't even know the neighbors yet! Do you have to pick through that junk?!? (Of COURSE I have to - right). I kindly asked him if he'd rather that I DIDN'T go through it and his reply just killed me - MOM I don't want you to do that.
DO YOU HAVE ANY IDEA HOW DIFFICULT IT WAS TO HOLD BACK??!?! So, we went for a ride on the boat and when I was leaving for the 2+ hour drive back home, I asked him if it was dark enough for me to grab some of the wood out of the pile. He said NO.
I've never seen so much cool wood at the curb in my life...and probably never will again. Number one son is too proud for his own good - and MINE!!!
Can you hear me crying?