giraffe cafe
“I don’t know about the giraffes,” she said, as I dropped the daisies into the vase.
Because how could she remember that during the summer before she turned two we dined at least once a week at the Giraffe Cafe on the High Street. These souvenir profiles were a favorite takeaway for our two half pints, and I’ve kept them mostly intact since 2009.
I ferried this pair home from the UK just after her 2nd birthday. They’ve be-bopped around our kitchen area since, and recently took up residence in whatever arrangement of blooms I keep near the sink. The sentimental long necks take me back to that time with our two and family of four. I’d go back tomorrow if I could—to both London & that time in our lives.
Once she knew, the giraffes tucked in seemed perfectly placed. The exchange just reminded me that in sharing we gift an understanding—of what matters, what’s remembered, what’s held onto & why.
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