I have some jewelry that I love. I mean LOVE love. I got a ring a while back that all the kids knew about and kept a secret and I often wear it instead of my wedding ring. I love it because it was gotten for me by everyone and it was a total shock. Oh, and I love it because it is gorgeous. It's a favorite possession of mine. An equally favorite possession is the giant jewelry armoire it goes in. Thanks, Mr. Mormon!
I have many pieces of children's art that are treasures to me. I have my kids' art all over my home and some of it is even framed and hanging on the walls. Kid art is candy coated preciousness to me. I'm staring at a red paper plate crab now, complete with googly eyes, that I think should be in the Met.
I also love my car. My friend calls it KIT from Knight Rider because it can do anything. She got upset one day when *I* messed up and used the wrong voice command and it didn't reinterpret what I meant and do it anyway. She said it should have read our minds - he he. Anyway - I love its blackness and shininess and sun roofs and how the OnStar folks call me Mr. Hillis. I love me some sun on my head - at least when there is air conditioning blasting on my face.
So - why am I sharing this? I was thinking - if I had to choose a prized possession, what would it be? My scriptures I've had for 10 years that have traveled all over with me and are well marked and falling apart and have seen me through lots of trials? My dining room table that I think has the smooshiest chairs out there? My hammered aluminum lovingly given to me by family members that makes me so happy every time I put appetizers on it?
I guess overall, my most prized possession (and of course, I'm excluding relationships and people from this category) is probably my home in its entirety. Does that count as one possession? Or have I broken the rules? But, while my home isn't perfect, it makes me happy and all the little things in it have a lot of meaning to me.
And if we deem that one can't claim one's home in its entirety as a favorite possession, then, I guess I'm an equal opportunity lover of all my stuff and have no favorite. I don't want them to get jealous of each other and wreak havoc one day when I step out. Ya know?
Care to share? What is your prized possession? Do you have one? Do you care? Are you so un-materialistic, you are embarrassed by my wanton love of stuff? (If you are - then you must not have known me for long! har!!!)
