Single Blue Box

I was waiting at home for husband when I got a call.

Me:  Hello?

Him: Hi, my mom asked me to come look at some old things they found while cleaning up to see if they can be thrown away.

Actual:  Mom in law said for him to come see somethings brother in law found.  She said maybe it be best he come alone.  There are things from when he was single.

Me:  Oh!  Don’t throw it away if you think it is something I would want to see.  Promise.  A little guilt was thrown in to seal the deal.

Actual:  If they are embarrassing and you really want to throw them away, then that is the criterion I would use for things I would want to see. 

About a half an hour later he returns with a blue plastic tub of treasures.  I won’t embarrass him with the list of things inside but lets just say there was much that met the aforementioned criteria.

After we were sitting on our floor, me reeling from the satiation from the insight into my husband that this opaque dusty blue box provided and him oozing with nostalgia.  That is when he told me what actually was said.  We both laughed.  I am pretty sure that old pictures and school work wouldn’t have made a difference.  If you know us, we are brutally honest and open with each other.  I thought it was cute, a mother protecting her son but there was no need and the contents of that box made us even closer.