I’m a collector of little things; Matt calls me a hoarder but I prefer to call myself a treasure hunter. They’re often old treasures, sometimes beat up ones, rarely perfect ones. My treasures include antique kitchen tools, old British biscuit tins, a bag of “aged” zippers, rocks and beads and great sheets of paper in all colors of the rainbow. Seashells and bones and feathers…give me half a robin’s eggshell over a diamond any day.
Matt brings back treasures from his hunting trips that he knows I’ll love – interesting rocks, the occasional vertebrae, and this old ceramic insulator, above. This is my love language. When we’re having a rough day, tempers are flaring or we’re frustrated with each other, these things remind me that he gets me. He gets how much I love these tiny treasures.
I can’t say Matt LOVES all my treasures, but he accepts me and that’s all I need.
Happy Tuesday, friends!