The contents of Ashby’s box before they were triple sealed.
Years ago, I blogged about Kensington’s box and then, I blogged about Smith’s box and now, it’s time for Ashby’s box.
Box? What box?
Let me explain…
My dad collected letters and items from both our side of the family and Andrew’s and took them up to his favorite place in Colorado and buried them in a time capsule. He did the same thing for us when we were little, and now, he’s doing it for his grandkids. When they’re older (teenagers), Andrew and I will take the kids up there and let them dig up their boxes. Each box has individual letters, special items and such. Listen folks…we’re burying jewelry, important photos, cherished belongings…good stuff. Let’s all pray that when the day comes, we’ll be able to locate these time capsules! (Insert my mom thinking this is a very risky plan here…).
Ashby’s box is extra special because during the 18 months that we waited for her, my dad kept a journal documenting our family and the times we were together. Every party, celebration, special day, little moment, family vacation was noted…because let’s face it, we missed her very much during all of it.
I always dread sitting down and writing my kids their letters for the box. I dread it because this is real life and real life means that in 14 or 15 years when they go to dig up these boxes, life will be different. Everyone who placed items in that box won’t be with us any more. Who knows what will happen within that time period? Maybe I won’t be here any more? How do you write a letter to your child that conveys your love while also including the obvious sentiment that “if I’m not here when you’re reading this, I love you.”.
This time, I placed a Bible that my grandfather who passed away gave me when he returned from a trip to Israel. Inside the Bible, he wrote me a very special note and I’ve kept that with me on my desk all of these years. Now, it’s in Ashby’s box.
My dad headed out to bury Ashby’s box. It’s tripled sealed so that it’s protected from all elements.
You don’t have to drive to another state to do a time capsule (as my mom keeps pointing out), you can bury one in your own backyard (I think my dad is always looking for a reason to drive to Colorado or else we would have just done that). Speaking as someone who had one buried on her behalf when she was an infant and then dug it up as a teen, it’s very cool.
I love my dad :).
And don’t forget, if you’re praying with me this month, the prayer request post can be found here.
And for dinner tonight…