A few weekends ago, we visited the in-laws in Tallahassee. They were gracious enough to have driven a bunch of our stuff to their home and
store it there after our wedding. We re-packaged it and found a way to get it back to our home on this trip.
Greg’s dad had dried his boutonniere from the wedding and as we were packing, I caught Greg stuffing it in my shoe. “What are you doing?” I
ask. “I’m keeping it from getting crushed.” “Well don’t put it in my shoe, you’ll forget about it.” “No I won’t.” I had my doubts.
Last weekend, I found the boutonneire. Exactly the way I thought I would: flaking all around my foot when I tried to put on my shoe.
Immediately, I call Greg.
“So, remember when you said you wouldn’t forget about the dried boutonniere in my shoe?”
(A long pause)
“ooooh….yeeeeeeah…”
I watched Greg take that from his dad while you guys were sorting through stuff with a mixed look of, “Wow, I’m so glad you saved this, but how in the hell am I going to get it safely home?!”
I did not have faith… unlike I did for the Giants… now we must acknowledge the power of my faith : )
Sadly, it was safely in the house until I stuffed my foot onto it!