Ok, so it's not a grandfather clock, obviously. But do you remember that song? "the grandfather clock was too small for the shelf, so it stood 90 years on the floor." I don't remember the middle, but the end is something like "but it stopped, short, never to go again when the old man died."
Sad!
Almost as sad as my story.
We got the above clock for our wedding, and it's accompanied us ever since, and kept time very faithfully in our many different homes.
It died this week. Just quit. And I keep looking up at the shelf to see what time it is, and I miss it!
It makes me think about how long we've been married. Almost eight years! It's not a lot compared to some of you, but it seems like a lot to me. And a lot has happened in the last eight years. It's kind of crazy to think about. I'm sure the next eight will be crazy too!
Still plugging away at the move. If you want our new address email me, or leave me your email in the comments and I'll send it to you!
