It was 1989. I was ten and in the fifth grade at Hillendale Elementary School in Chadds Ford, Pennsylvania. A few days before Christmas, a mysterious package arrived at our home for me. The small box was accompanied by a note written on Christmas stationery. “Dear Laura,” it read. “I was going to call you to tell you I was sending this, but I was afraid you’d bite my head off over the phone. I hope you like the present. From, Brock R. H&%$. P.S. See you in band.” Inside the box was a pair of quarter-inch, gold music-note shaped earrings, a small diamond on the round part of the right note. I wore them for years.
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- On May 22, 2009 I will turn 30. Yikes. I created this blog as a way to recognize 365 people who have been along for the ride. Each day, using a random number generator, I'll write about one person from my list. Thanks for reading.
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I so clearly remember his mother telling me about the shopping expedition to the mall to buy those earrings. It took him a long time to find just the right thing. Too cute.
Posted by: MOM | August 11, 2008 at 09:48 PM
ok, i love this so much.
that note is way too darling.
Posted by: gabby | August 14, 2008 at 11:18 AM