-Once he saw a pair of shorts in the road. He stopped. He picked them up. They were Nike brand. His size. They are in his drawer. He wears them.
-One day, I was having a yard sale. My husband drove up with a table on the back of his truck. He had picked it up off the side of the road. He put a for sale sign on it. I laughed at him and told him how ridiculous he was (as I was sorting through all my cute little sale items). He sold the table for $50. That was more than I made all day.
-The rug at my front door came from the people up the street. From their trash pile. Glad they don't visit.
-All of my garden "art" is from my husband. Old golf hole markers and other things I'm not certain of.
-The old metal swing. The sign said Free. It was. He took it. I painted it pink. Then it broke. And we couldn't take it back.
-This Thing:
Don't know what it is.
Don't know where he found it.
It is heavy.
-My shelf of little treasures:
When he finds these little goodies, he comes home, treasure in hand...
"Look what I found".
And with a wideeyed grin, he hands it over to me, keeper of the things.
And he is so happy and so proud and so excited to give me the new gift.
And I keep all the treasures on this shelf.
Except the best treasure of all....
him.
