I have a story to share though. Weeks ago, my mother asked what I wanted for my 30th birthday. I spouted off a couple of things without really giving it much thought...a vacuum, a GPS. Then later I got to thinking and called mom back. I told her that I really wanted a nice camera. She told me that I was too late, Dad had already jumped on the other idea. I was disappointed. I wanted a nice present for my 30th, something special, something memorable. Instead, I was waiting on a vacuum because I spoke without thinking.
I didn't use the camera until Friday afternoon when I finally had a moment to sit down. This cute little model walked by. I don't know much about my camera except how to turn it on, take a picture, and download it to the computer. But, looks better than my other little camera.
Mom came to visit this weekend. We finally worked on the sideboard that Mom got for me at an estate sale and brought to Birmingham. One morning months ago, I woke up and found that the top board had warped badly. Mom and Dad took the piece back to Nashville and fixed the top board. Mom soaked the board with water and then Dad drove his truck over the wood and they fixed it. The board lays down flat. Before we painted the sideboard, I had to take a picture of the tire tracks. Dad was so proud of fixing that piece of furniture. I hated painting over those tracks. I like the memory and I liked watching people try to figure out how a truck ran over a piece of furniture.


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