I last blogged about the adventures of the pine cone in July, and the story ended with the original pine cone in my dad’s possession. After 3 months of waiting, the story continues. Two weeks ago, my parents took some time off from work to visit friends and family and made a stop in Dallas Friday night. I headed over to Kristen and Dave’s Saturday morning for some much needed family time and laughter. I got in my car to head home and noticed some brown things in my seat. I took a closer look and realized they were pine cone remnants. My dad was standing in the drive way waving, with a big smile on his face. I said, “Dad… I feel like there may be a pine cone in here.” To which he responded, “Huh?” I looked in my console. Jackpot. I found the pine cone. I held it up and smiled.
That night, I went over to Bonnie’s house to get ready for a Halloween party. I grabbed my make-up bag and headed towards a mirror. I opened my bag and found another pine cone, the original one. I laughed.