I can look around my house and see "sentimental" all over. I don't see style and I don't see a lot of new, but I see things that mean So much to me. My curio is filled with sentiment. I have a box that contains every letter Donald ever wrote to me. I have my grandfather's 10th grade years book.
Today before everyone arrived for Thanksgiving it was certainly confirmed where my very sentimental nature comes from... my mom. We went down the storage area of the basement and unboxed her baby plate. It's a glass sectional bowl and I wish I'd taken a photo of it today. But it's so cool. It has a cord that comes out and you can put hot water in it to keep the food from getting cold. Cooper had his first Thanksgiving meal from his grandgrandmama's baby plate.
Today was also special that Cooper pulled to standing completely by himself for the very first time. He'd been moving in that direction for a couple of weeks and I'm so thankful that he did it on a day when both Mama and Daddy were off work and he was home with them and they both got to see it. And sentimental me is happy to have the video safely tucked away on my phone and Facebook so I can come back to this day again and again. Look at those little sweet fingers having found the top right before he pulled up for the first time. I am so thankful for my sentimental nature. It makes me love in a way that I don't believe that people who lack being sentimental can understand or feel.