We went to get the rest of my stuff out of storage, the biggest thing being my jewelry armoire that baby's daddy got me for our first Christmas together. Everything else I could have gotten over the week but that I needed my mom's SUV for. After we got everything back to my place I looked in the bottom drawer and sure as shit they went through all my Fossil tins. There was nothing in them, all the watches were in the box with my jewelry that was emptied, I just kept the tins. But tucked in the corner of the drawer was a little burgundy jewelry box. I knew what it was, but I really didn't have any hope anything was still in it. Guess what? It was in there! A few years back when I was at St. Louis Cathedral I bought the kid a very nice masculine rosary, child sized, but seeing as he was only four at the time I wasn't comfortable just giving it to him. I love the fact that my child has a relationship with God, he prays every night and before every meal. He has conversations with me about religion and how God loves everyone and, yes I know, he's seven so I can take this as a child's enthusiasm but it makes me proud. I remember what ended up taking that from me, when I lost complete faith and just became a vague believer. I have never forgiven my stepfather for that, for what he told me when I was still a child. I hope my son never loses his faith. The kid's eyes positively lit up when I gave him the rosary.
Those two things completely made my day so much better.
Place is a mess again because of all the stuff I got out of storage. I'm cleaning it as soon as brat attack goes to bed. I also cleaned out my car yesterday. I don't mean "lightly" cleaned, either. Some of you know me irl and know about my car. I would just like to say, you would pass out if you saw it right now. Siriusly, it's amazing.