one hundred and thirty nine

Eleven years ago I was finishing up my first year at the Tsongas Center and had just gotten engaged. My coworkers threw a little shower for me and another coworker who was pregnant.

One lovely park ranger gifted me with this little garden frog. At the time, it was a bit of a gag gift. We all had a good laugh about it’s cuteness and it was put in a box with the rest of the gifts.

On a bit of a lark, we set our froggy friend outside the door of our first apartment. Five years later we brought him along to our first house. And after this past move to our temporary digs, we found ourselves placing him outside the porch door.

It just didn’t feel like home without our welcome frog.