There are a few places in my life that are black holes. My closet. The box in my closet that has paperwork to be filed. The cabinet above the fridge that no normal person can reach. And, apparently, Bret’s Truck. Back in December of 2010, we photographed the Bolster Wedding. Their favors were these awesome, hand painted (by John’s grandfather) ornaments. They were kind enough to let us take one. Well, both Bret and I had driven that night, so he put the ornament in his truck. We didn’t carry it in that night because all our gear was enough to carry in. I’ve noticed it sitting in there a few times, smiled and though, oh, I should bring that in. Today, I went out to retrieve a checkbook Bret had left in the truck. I noticed the ornament and finally brought it in….all cold and shivering no less (the ornament, not me)… I’ve set it up on top of two of our dvd shelves….it has become kind of our “memory lane” spot….it fits in nicely.