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I love waking up on Saturdays, making a pot of coffee and receiving a text from my oldest daughter’s husband asking if I’m up to some garage sale-ing. I don’t know if anyone else realizes this, but it is actually a great activity for some family bonding. (My children would probably have thought differently when they were little.)
Donuts in hand, we head out the door to see what goodies we can score throughout the neighborhood. It’s pretty funny…our little gang. My son-in-law and I see the potential in every sale while Mr. Wonderful and my daughter don’t. So they often times opt to sit in the vehicle while we browse and dig through potential treasures.
Today I found out that Mr. Wonderful and my daughter sit in the car and discuss which items we will pick up, look over and try to make deals on. Often times I laugh at my son-in-law’s picks because they seem so random (expired bar-b-que sauce gift package – only one of many) to me. I have also noticed that he spends a good amount of time trying to talk me into making purchases I would never even consider.
On occasion Mr. Wonderful and my daughter will emerge to look over something particular, but their appearances are few and far between. On those rare occasions you can her my daughter inquire about how many beer mugs a man actually needs as her husband carries a handful over to the cash box. This always makes me smile for some reason.
It’s days like this where the diamonds are found in the simple pleasures of life; stories of life shared in the car, sending Mr. Wonderful to the ATM to get some additional cash, pleasant conversations with those who are selling their wares and getting to know those closest to you in a way that sitting in front of a television will never provide.