I stopped by our mail service place on Friday to send off a package and the gentleman behind the counter — whose name I know but I can’t remember at this moment… he has a little girl just a couple months older than Henry… it doesn’t matter — anyway, the gentleman behind the counter said, “You know you’ve got a package back here.”
“I do? I didn’t get a notice.”
“Pretty sure. Hold on… Yep.”
He came back with a padded envelope from Benjamin Russell. I knew what it was the moment I recognized the name.
When Fraction and I got married, Ben sent us two beautiful wooden spoons, each hand carved by his step-father. They are treasures. One is perfectly straight and the other has this odd little angle to it — as if it was half ladle, designed for tasting things. Somehow the two fit perfectly together. I think of them as representing Fraction and I, though which of us is the straight spoon varies from supper to supper.
(Dad and Eileen will recall that I pulled the spoons out to show them when they were visiting in March. I love these spoons.)
Friday our funny family of spoons welcomed an addition — a baby wooden spoon, perfect for gumming up pureed apples and whatever else HL’s greedy maw desires. Congratulations, spoons!
And thank you, Ben. Thank you so awfully much.Filed under Uncategorized | Comment (1)