A couple of weeks ago Jeremy pulled all of our boxes filled with memorabilia down from the attic. It was time to consolidate and get rid of. We have transformed our “toy nook”-a space underneath our stairs, that was rarely used but very full-into the storage area. This has already saved on time and effort from pulling things out of and putting things into the attic above our garage.
While we already has some totes in use, some of them didn’t have lids. Other boxes were just that..boxes getting worn down and dusty. Other things were just stored in bags.
After Christmas we purchased a bunch of clear square totes from Target. Not being high on the priority list to simplify the attic, they sort of sat around for a few weeks until this month when I could devote a large portion of Saturday afternoon to filling them.
It was hard to get rid of things that long ago we decided we should keep, but wisdom over the years has made us realize that everything doesn’t need to be kept, especially if it’s only going to be kept in the attic collecting dust.
Two things I’ve heard over the years have helped me when considering what things to get rid of. The first is by Dave Ramsey who said: “If everything is important, nothing is important.” The second by a friend, Betsy Kramer, who said: “Don’t leave your kids your mess. Leave them your memories.”
I’m not planning on going anywhere anytime soon, but I like the idea that if I WERE to leave this earth today, my kids would have more memories than mess.
So all of this….
turned into 7 totes and two trash bags. When I find that darn picture I’ll post it…for the life of me I can’t locate it…..
Along the way I discovered:
Kaitlyn’s baby picture
A family picture of Jeremy, myself and Anna at about 6 months old, a-formal-dinner-because-our-Christian-college-didn’t-have-proms-or-dances-picture of us in college-engaged but not married and the shoes I wore with my sparkly purple dress.
a picture of yours truly…
and a very tiny bathing suit that once upon a time hugged very chubby legs and water proof diapers. sniff sniff….
you know you grew up a church kid when….
Our wedding cake topper with a broken Minnie head.
Jeremy circa 1998 in Montreal on our honeymoon.
ah, look at us.
high school band
a 2 year old Anna
My dad and dog, Ginger in front of a snow bank near their house in Maine. It really was that big. This will be one of those pictures that gets shown in 50 years when we try to convince our great grand-kids that snow banks really were as high as we said they were.
A shirt a very young Anna made for her sister.
High School Trip…no poker playing, though it sure does appear that way! 😉
A card to Daddy…
My dog Ginger that I loved, begged for when I was a Jr. in High School, then left for my parents to raise after I left for college.
and this face…..
There are few things in this world more precious. Amazing.
Pardon me while I go grab a tissue…..