Sara picked up the last few spoons Grissom had left out and closed the box.

She smiled. After the initial laughing fit, Grissom had become enthralled with her box of spoon; smiling at each memory every spoon represented.

After tucking the box away in the den closet she walked to the kitchen and filled her tea kettle. While she waited for the water to heat up she watched Grissom and Hank just outside the window.

Grissom would chase after Hank and laugh when the dog would dart in the other direction.

The whistle of the pot brought her back from her daze and she poured herself a cup of tea.

She grabbed a tennis ball to bring out to her boys, but stopped at the door.

She grinned as she grabbed a sharpie and wrote the day's date on the spoon.

"The day he found my box of spoons." She whispered to herself before pocketing the spoon and heading outside.

FIN

A/N - I hope you liked this little drabble! I am going to re-work and repost the Grissom wedding as requested by my good pal Chelle. (Who is a fab writer, be sure to check out her stories! You can find her in my favorite author list in my profile.)

If you have any requests for a story, or have a challenge for me, please feel free to PM me... I need something to keep me busy until my son is born!