My house is full of boxes! This is not my favorite part of moving. Sorting. Ick! Well the nice thing is I have a chance to go through 18 years of marriage and children's memories. With my youngest daughter getting married, we are now empty nesters. I always thought that was for someone else, now it seems it is my turn. I am finding all sorts of boxes of partially used crayons and lots of little pictures that the girls drew for me. They were always making me some little card that told me how much they love me, how precious those memories are. At one time they seemed like more clutter. Today I clutch them close to my heart and one by one I wipe the tears of the past. I have been putting the wonderful drawings into plastic sleeves so that I can continue to treasure them. I am not good with change. I resist it until I can resist no more.
I know that life is in a constant state of change and nothing is really staying the same, still my memories live and letting them go and putting them away in a trunk or scrapbook seems at moments to be unbearable. For today, I will cherish the time I have to review the past and ponder the future.
