My basil is growing up. I'm so proud of it. I watch it change a little more every day, and my chest swells every time I walk in the door and see that it's not dead yet. I imagine this is what parenting feels like, only quieter. And with less poop involved.
Anyway, the following story happened a few months ago, but I forgot about it. And, it's been a while since I've shared a "Cory's take on interior design" story. So, here's a little gem, from me to you.
Just before he left for his mission, Cory's younger brother, Brendon, purchased a new watch. The watch came wrapped around a fancy little pillow that fits into the palm of your hand.
I honestly don't know.
Regardless, Cory accepted his gift.
I can only imagine the thought process that transpired as he tried to find the perfect place for his new little friend.
A few days later I discovered this:
Look closely. It's there. Tucked ever so gently between the yellow doily pillow, and the orange leafy pillow.
I guess he figured every other pillow we own is here, so why should this one be treated any differently?
P.S. I left it there. It makes me smile every time I see it.