
When The Husband and I bought our first house we had needs. Of course we needed to get a new armoire for the TV. We needed to get him a desk for the new office. We needed to get a honest-to-goodness bedroom set. And I needed my own Bluebird of Happiness. So I went looking. And I found. You can buy these babies all over the Internet, and I found the one I wanted on eBay. It looked exactly like Grandma Sally's. Ordered it, I did. Received it, I did. And love it, I do.
When Whitney and Ethan bought their first home, they had needs. A new kitchen table to fill with Whitney's creations. An honest-to-goodness bedroom set for the master bedroom. Twin beds, one for Jack and the other for the guest room. And one need they didn't know about, yet I fulfilled anyhow: Whitney's very own Bluebird of Happiness.
I bought Whitney's from the original creators, Terra Studios out in the Ozarks, and it too looked just like the one Grandma had, only with a beak intact, ready for breaking.
I eat breakfast at our island kitchen bar every morning, and that just so happens to be where the builders installed the kitchen sink. Which, of course, is where I perched my Bird. It's not on a window sill like Grandma Sally's was, but it's near enough to the sliding glass doors to catch a bit of sunlight every now and again.
My hands are small, like a child's, and sometimes I pick up the bird, because it's just the right size to feel good in my hand. And though I have a propensity to drop things, it hasn't happened yet.
And so this bit of memaphernalia of my Grandma Sally remains intact.
3 comments:
I can't wait to have my own house so you'll buy me one of these for my very own. You will buy me one, won't you?
Whew...
how did i miss this one? this is really beautiful.
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