Our Awesome Street Sign

The only thing cooler than having a real street sign in your house...

... is having the real street sign from where you grew up. (No, Jim did not live on the street. I know how some of you people think.)

When the city of Jamestown (New York) redid their street signs years ago, they took this one down and left it by the curb. After it was clear that no one was going to come and get it, Jim's dad took it.  And now it is ours.  The plan was to put it in Brennan's transportation-themed bedroom. However, it is big and heavy and I can't figure out a great way to mount it safely in his room.  When I put it on top of the armoire to protect Cora, I really liked it there.  And for now, there it stays.

I consider it to be such a blessing that Jim and I have a rich, long history.  The house where he grew up is where we had our first date, it's where Jim lived when we met at age four, and it's also where he lived when we fell in love.  The street sign means as much to me as it does to him.  And it sure beats a plant.