There's nothing like moving to stir up the dust . . literally and figuratively :) What to take. What to leave. What to cherish . . and. . .what to throw away.
Lugging dusty boxes from the basement and sorting through decades of shoes is enough to make any of us crabby . . but whenever I come across those soft and faded baby blankets stored in the back of the closet .. they still take my breath away. Precious memories.
High school "Letter" jackets, prom and senior pictures, and medals of honored debates. Life is so short.
The garage sale was a must. . no matter the work (as if I did nearly as much as Sissy who folded, arranged, tagged, and bid. . while I talked non-stop and closet puffed:) Truckloads of clothes, dishes, kitchen crap and books went to Goodwill. Did I mention BOOKS? (omg, that part was hard).
Little angels, potpourri pots, trinkets of my father . . artwork, table leaves, table cloths . . junk drawers full of wax lips (Halloween 2 years ago for the babies), Barbie shoes and Ken handkerchiefs, and the pacifier the last one couldn't seem to give up (he's in first grade now:).
I packed up most of it (ok . . I threw out the wax lips, I was afraid they would melt). Our table here is now covered in odds and ends that haven't yet found their place . . but most of it will (even if it's in a box to dream through one more time).
I am content today with where I've been (although I think that many days we always think we might have done more) . . and yet hopefully, with each and every moment, I savor each new snippet of life . .those precious Sykpe videos, the unique Happy Birthday phone songs, the mini-texts, the cat's-eye sunglasses . . since without these memories and wisps of love, . . how would we live?
I still pretend like I live for myself . . but if you ask me while I'm dancing . . I live to spend time with those I love . . sprinkling fairy dust . . and gathering memories.
What are your favorite memories? If you have a box in the attic (or the basement) . . make yourself a cuppa coffee or pour a sip of wine . . and dance :)
