So much of what I find makes me smile. Other than a smile, a bit of reminiscing, and long forgotten memories floating to the surface, these things have no value. Most of them don’t take up much space so I pack them and hope some day, Chad or maybe Addie will come across them and they’ll smile also.
This is the receipt from when I was born. Two days in the hospital – $14. Operating and anesthesia – $25. Delivery – $75.
It’s truly mind boggling at how costs have increased in 66 years. Yes, technology is immeasurably improved, facilities have improved, but the costs then vs. today – it’s hard to believe.
Teeth! Most of Chad’s baby teeth in the drawer of my jewelry box. I packed them. I’ll show them to Addie and if Chad doesn’t want them, which I know he will not, and he will chastise me for having kept them, along with every paper and note he brought home from school through the years, I will toss them – and then I’ll probably fish them out of the trash and save them til I die.