For Gollum, it was a ring of power, a ring that could give him anything he wanted in the world. For some, it's money. For others, it's jewelry. For some, it's fame. Everyone has their passion. Everyone has that one thing that makes their hearts beat faster, their breathing come in ragged bursts, at the thought of possessing it.
This is my precious:
Yeah, you heard me, school supplies. Note the crayons. Behold the pens. Cast your eyes upon the glue sticks. Are they not the most lovely things you've ever seen?
Only one thing is missing from this picture. One thing and then my life will be complete -- spiral notebooks. Wal-Mart was all out tonight. But I did get some composition notebooks that will tide me over for now.
All my children are artists. They get that from their daddy. All my children are writers. They get that from me (and my husband too -- he wants to write as well). With four little budding Hemingways/Monets, I need all the art supplies I can get, and I love to buy them at this time of year, when they're all on sale. The crayons were twenty-seven cents a package. That was for Crayola, people -- the good stuff. Don't try to sell me any of that Rose Art garbage -- I don't care if it's seventeen cents a box. We need the real stuff. We're serious about our crayons over here.
Of course I'm delighted to get all this stuff for the sake of my children, but let's talk about me for a minute. You know it always comes back to me. Did you notice those beautiful pens in the foreground? Shall we all heave a happy sigh together? Those pens represent words. Beautiful, beautiful words. Books will be written with those pens. Love notes, cute pictures, and grocery lists will be created with those pens. They'll also get lost under couches and stolen by Pen Gremlins, but the possibilities are endless.
I could go on and on about my love of school supplies. Folders, glue. . . POST-IT NOTES!! Yes! POST-IT NOTES!! But I shall try to calm down. Really, I shall.
Just know that I am very, very happy right now.