These Are Not Just Cups….These Are MEMORIES….

God I love Owen.  And my aluminum cups.


The other day he walked into the living room waving two aluminum cups in his hand and declared "These are NOT just cups."  When I looked at him inquiringly he paused and said, "These are MEMORIES."  I continued just looking at him because, let's face it, sometimes I just don't know what to say.  So he proceeded to explain that Aunt Judi and Grandpa had probably drunk out of these cups and then went on to tell me the story of when I was a little girl visiting my grandparents in Maine that my Grandpa would come home from the shoe factory and offer me a coke and I would ALWAYS hope for the red metal cup but I never asked…..I just hoped….even though if I HAD asked my Grandpa would have always made sure to give me the red cup.

I was amazed that he remembered that story so exactly.  

Yup.  He's right.  These aren't just cups….these are memories…..