Quite a few years ago I went on a drive with my friend Liz to Orinda, California to pick up some mason jars to use as centerpieces in her wedding. She said they were blue, and they were. They were beautiful blue with zinc lids. While we were there completing one of the least sketchy craigslist purchases I’ve ever made the lady selling the mason jars said “Oh I have these ones from 1858, you want to see?” and all I could think of was one of Ryan‘s posts on his blog about collecting memories. I ended up buying 3 mason jars; one of Steve & I, one for Aiden, and one for our future baby (Søren). I already had a few treasures that I’d saved along the way and that I didn’t have a “home” for, so into the jar they went. Over the years we’ve carefully added to all of our jars. Søren’s is the least full for obvious reasons.