When I found out I was pregnant, the silica container from my last bottle of Truvada was already in that box, and I didn't give it another thought until just a few nights ago. I was with a group of people, talking about the book, Positively Negative and the memory of those containers came to mind. I looked for that box in my closet today. It took some digging around, but I found it. Here it is!
Funny thing is, there were other things inside that box. A scentless Lavender satchel envelope, an old pair of my husband's sunglasses, and 3 disposable cameras. Kind of ironic, that box is full of old, irrelevant, and expired items.
Are those little silica beads irrelevant now? In theory, yes. But they serve as proof of our journey, proof of what my mind remembers. Sometimes it feels like a story to me, not moments lived...just words that portray the sorrows, the longings, the unquenchable desires. The moments of promise...of grace...of elation, all sprinkled throughout the story. They are all that's left of the long journey. I'm so glad I saved them!
Here's my daughter playing with them. She loved to shake them, and listened to the sound close up to her ear. She doesn't know it yet, but those little containers contain the story of her.