Saleing

When John and I were engaged we were at my parents house one day. My sister who had stopped by said to me,
"We're going saleing on Saturday. Do you want to come?"

"Sure" I replied. "What time?"

"Eight o'clock" my sister informed me. "I'll pick you up"

"Sailing?" John asked surprised (and excited). "I didn't know you guys had a boat."

"No John, SALEing. Not SAILing." I explained to him. "As in, garage saleing."

I think John was a little dissapointed but he has since learned to appreciate my genetic love for garage sales. Growing up it was just what we did on Saturdays. Alan is starting to appreciate garage sales too. I don't think I could go saleing by myself anymore if I wanted to. If Alan sees me gettting my shoes on Saturday morning he run's to his room to get dressed quickly so he can come too.

It's become a special time for us. He happily holds my hand as we look for treasures, and he talks to me about school, his friends, scooby doo; all the important things. He tells me things that don't simply come to mind when I ask him "how was school today?". I dry his tears as he realized that the giant oversized stuffed animal costs more the the one penny he has left, and I see his excitement when the man at the garage sale gives him a compass for free.

It takes a little bit longer to get through a garage sale as he spends 10 minutes in decision as to which action figure to buy. But Alan and I, we make a good team .