Something old something new, something borrowed something blue. Okay, so this is not a love story about getting married. I wanted to post about a pottery item my son made for me (I'm still trying to figure out what it is) anywho, with my only child turning twelve next month. I find my self getting a little sad about him getting older. Little sentimental items like this make me smile. I know once he's all grown I'm going to pull this item out and smile about the day he gave it to me.
Do you save any of the stuff your children give to you?that they make at school?