The other day I was helping Luke pack for camp. I told him to get one of the old towels from the stack in my room, and he came back with one of the towels we got from our wedding. "No, no, I meant one of the old towels," by which I really meant one of the ones our parents had given us to cushion the furniture when we moved down here after graduating.
Then it hit me: the ones from our wedding are old. They are all over 20 years old. My friend recommended that we save out a wedding present towel and start using it on our 10th anniversary, but even that towel has been used for about 12 years and is no different than the other towels. I still remember who gave them to us: Aunts and Uncles, Friends of my mother and Michael's family, and so on. At one point we bought a new set, but that was before Eleanor was born and so is older than her. The only new-ish towels we have are the ones the kids got with their names on them.
I remember being mortified about how old my parents' towels were, but they were only about 10 years old when I started noticing such things. I wonder if our kids notice that all the towels are really old, or if they are more mature than I was at that age.
We could give the towels away to the pet shelters, I suppose. We could at least give away the ones which were already old when our parents gave them to us. But it has proven handy in the past to have a huge pile of towels which we don't need to keep pristine. And they still work, so why get rid of them? But I will let Luke take one to camp.
Then it hit me: the ones from our wedding are old. They are all over 20 years old. My friend recommended that we save out a wedding present towel and start using it on our 10th anniversary, but even that towel has been used for about 12 years and is no different than the other towels. I still remember who gave them to us: Aunts and Uncles, Friends of my mother and Michael's family, and so on. At one point we bought a new set, but that was before Eleanor was born and so is older than her. The only new-ish towels we have are the ones the kids got with their names on them.
I remember being mortified about how old my parents' towels were, but they were only about 10 years old when I started noticing such things. I wonder if our kids notice that all the towels are really old, or if they are more mature than I was at that age.
We could give the towels away to the pet shelters, I suppose. We could at least give away the ones which were already old when our parents gave them to us. But it has proven handy in the past to have a huge pile of towels which we don't need to keep pristine. And they still work, so why get rid of them? But I will let Luke take one to camp.
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