A simple picture frame that reads, “My girl.”
For years, I kept a photo of my daughter is this frame.
But, as I’ve blogged about before, my daughter’s kind of “grown up” now. And the picture that WAS in this frame just doesn’t look like her anymore. It’s from too long ago.
So I retire the photo itself to a scrapbook. And the frame? Well, that climbs atop the RID pile.
For someone else to hold their treasure in.