Just Like Grandpa

My journal is falling apart.  The pages have separated from the binding.  I've glued it.  I've used mounting tape.  I've tried just about everything to keep it together.  At Bible study last week, someone mentioned that I should put a rubber band around it.  I hadn't thought about that.

A few days later, I asked Tony if we had rubber bands.  He found one.  A big ugly red one.  I wrapped it around the journal disgusted that it was going to look bad.  Then, it hit.

A big smile of remembrance.  Grandpa (my Dad's Dad) used to wrap all his things in a rubber band.

Who knew that one sweet memory could totally change the way I saw an ugly red rubber band?


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