Well, not quite ALL of them. I kept three. Two are Christmas themed ones. At least one of them belonged to my Mom and was given to me after she died. My memory is less certain on the second one. And the third one I kept? Was this one:
This one is finally being pulled out of storage and will be displayed in our recently remodeled basement. But why did this one survive the purge when so many others didn't? Why does this particular one tug at my heartstrings? Thanks for asking. This figurine is very special to me because it reminds me of this:
Of a time when my husband still had a full head of dark hair. Of a time when my first born child wasn't off living in another state practicing at being a real adult. Of a time when my babies were really babies, not college students. Of a time when my own journey into motherhood was still in its early phases, full of possibility and unknowns, at the outset of the life-long process of getting to know these little miracles that Jay and I had brought into this world.
That little red wagon played a prominent part of their outdoor lives for several years. When Rachel and Becca were a little older and more capable of keeping themselves upright, Sarah used to pull them up and down the sidewalk in it. This photo is a scan of the original which I cropped to get in closer to Jay and the girls and sharpened to improve the details. The original also has a digital date on it - April 24, 1994. So Sarah is not quite four in this photo and Rachel and Becca were only seven months old! I've printed this out in 4x6 and plan to display it framed next to the figurine.
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