Oliver was carrying around a puzzle that is housed in a little suitcase-like box. It was a puzzle I bought for Waverly when she was 2. It has various zoo animals on it - she used to love going to the Columbus Zoo. It is a large floor puzzle and I have a lot of memories of doing this particular puzzle with her. Good memories.
All of a sudden, Oliver tossed the box onto the floor and it broke apart. Ugh! I was instantly upset. For a moment at Oliver. And then at the sadness this little puzzle reminded me of.
I miss Waverly bringing me the puzzle. Helping to unlatch the box. Handing me the pieces. Dancing on the puzzle before I had a chance to finish it. I think she thought the puzzle was her own little portable dance floor.
She used to say "puzzle". I miss that, too.
The box lid will soon be taped back on with packaging tape. It will remain in my possession for as long as possible. A reminder of happy times.