Hopechest Dreams

I’ve always wanted a hopechest. It’s every girl’s dream, I think, to have a beautiful ornate wooden chest in which to store her treasures from the past and for the future. I thought perhaps when I turned sixteen that I would get my wish. But nope. So I made do with just a plain ordinary box, painted white. And then, sort of as an early birthday present this year, my mom gave me her hopechest! What a surprise! It’s been a long time coming – years coming in fact –  but I finally got my hopechest and it means more to me than any other possibly could because my grandfather made it for my Mom.



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