My grandparents and I traveled last weekend to see my teenage cousin compete in his state summer baseball tournament. It was a weekend we'll not soon forget.
We watched as cousin pitched a whole game, scored a few runs, got some RBI's and made athletic plays as the first baseman. His talented team played seven games in four days...
...and ended the season as state champs. We were thrilled to be a part of the excitement.
There was time to explore in between games. We found a local antique mall. I planned to look, not buy, and even told Grandma and Grandpa so.
But a mid-century aqua and chrome napkin holder with wheat stenciled on the side is too good to pass up. Apparently I'm not alone in this thought. The woman in front of me in the check-out line saw it in my hand and said she almost purchased it too. She even considered going back for it after passing it by.
"I'm thankful you didn't," I replied with a smile.
"It really is a great piece," she said.
The employee behind the counter and I nodded our agreement.
It's the best kind of souvenir; a functional, beautiful reminder of a happy occasion.