My Box

I don't know how many people saw my Facebook post earlier this week.  Morgan accidentally spilled the beans on my Christmas present when she said, "Mom, Dad made you a box for Christmas. It's not a secret, it's just your present, okay?" I didn't actually put too much stock into what she said. Really, who's going to give their wife a box for Christmas.  My husband, that's who. And I love it.

 

Because our wedding anniversary falls on Christmas Eve, David and I have always been committed to finding inexpensive, unique ways to celebrate. David built this box for us to use as a time capsule. Each year, we will place a bottle of wine and letters to each other into the box. The following year, we will share the wine, read the letters, and reflect on the year that has passed. Genius.

 

  

 





As soon as I figured out what he had made, I was a hot mess. Nothing like spending Christmas morning looking like a blubbering idiot, complete with puffy eyes and a runny nose. But you know, I'll take it. If the gift is going to be this good, Morgan can rat out her dad every year.