How were we to know that when we walked into that Cosco nine years ago we would be coming home with a new addition to the Alden family? We simply went in for laundry detergent, sliced cheese and peanut butter. We were so young. So naïve. So unprepared.
I don't know whose idea it was, perhaps it was mine. A thought so casually passed; "Do we need plastic wrap?" And we did. Yes, we did need plastic wrap. So we bought plastic wrap. Seven hundred and fifty feet of plastic wrap
Within three months, the detergent was gone, the cheese and peanut butter too. But the plastic wrap? Why, we barely scratched the surface, a mere five feet at best.
The years passed. We moved from Bristol to Bristol and brought the wrap. A few more years passed, we moved from Bristol to South Carolina. Bill, Janet and the wrap, 800 miles to South Carolina. We had become so attached, so fond of our plastic wrap that it was hard to imagine a time when it was not a part of our family.
A few months ago, I noticed the roll getting smaller. I needed to tell Bill. He needed to prepare. I needed to prepare. The thought of not having plastic wrap in our life, why it never occurred to us. Oh, when I think of my plans about taking the wrap to our new home. I had no way of knowing, so sure we were that we that we would outlive the plastic wrap.
I was home alone yesterday and, as I feared, I came to the end of the wrap.
I am not ashamed to admit, I waited for Bill to come home. I couldn't do it. I wasn't strong enough. Besides, he had a right to be here. We had to say goodbye together.
I used the last of the plastic wrap to cover my oatmeal cookie dough, wiped a tear and Bill got his keys. We were going to Cosco.