Thoughts

A Box of Buttons

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My grandparents had a box of buttons. It was a small cardboard box held together with sticky brown tape and it was filled to the brim with buttons of every shape and size you could possibly imagine. There were shiny metal ones; large brown ones perhaps once belonging to an old teddy bear; there were small prim white ones from a crisp cotton shirt; there were discs the colours of Smarties. Some were old with peeling surfaces, some were as bright as a pin and some still had cotton thread woven around their middles. I loved each and every one.

A New Chapter

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Rob and I have moved several times over the years. Enough times to know that the old saying ‘home is where the heart is’ absolutely rings true. It’s not about the bricks and the mortar, the location, the size or the shape, it’s about the love shared, the memories made and the happy times. We […]