![]() With that revelation in mind, my spring cleaning this year started with a bouquet of flowers laid to rest in a bathroom garbage can.īecause what I carry with me from that day is not tied to them. And MOST IMPORTANTLY in the marriage that we have today and the beautiful family we have as a result of that.Ī beautiful family with whom I’m missing out on moments because I’m so buried in tidying “things” that I’ve convinced myself are important to keep. My keepsake from that day lies in my memory and our pictures. And the awesome party we had with our family and friends.” “It’s not the flowers that I remember from our wedding. Without hesitation he professed what I already knew. I turned to my husband and said, “It’s time for these to go isn’t it?” But one day last week as I picked up a few of the dried petals that shed off the paper towel… it hit me. I confess that I barely notice it in the midst of the loose change, hair brushes and kids toys that occupy the top of the dresser alongside of it. That super-sentimental item that means SO MUCH has been displayed beautifully on a paper towel platter in my bedroom. Instead, for the last ten years it has sat on the top of my dresser on a paper towel. Or maybe just simply keeping it to hand down to one of my girls as a neat family heirloom. I’ve had intentions of doing something cool with it. One of those sentimental things I’ve hung on to is the bouquet of flowers I carried on my wedding day. But instead, I am too buried in the “things” associated with old ones. It’s time I SHOULD be spending creating new moments. TIME trying to find space for the next thing I “think” I have to hang on to. TIME going through boxes every spring cleaning season deciding what needs to stay and what needs to go. COUNTLESS amounts of 4×6 pictures in shoe boxes.īut how much sense does it make when those sentimental THINGS associated with past memories… become thieves robbing you of making new ones? Toys that the kids don’t play with anymore but someone special bought for them. I’m one of those “tie emotion and memories to things” kind of girls and I save things that are associated with times that meant something.īrochures from my honeymoon. Stuff that doesn’t have a place or purpose… but just doesn’t feel like it should be thrown away either.īut some of it falls into the sentimental category. It seems as though with every car seat we’ve brought home from the hospital, and every year we live under this roof, a flood of “stuff” enters our space. Instead, I’ve been asking myself how I can get some of it back. The question is no longer about what we will do with all of the space. Toys are in bins wherever bins shall fit. Drawers are stuffed with randomness that no one has time to go through. ![]() Bins of keepsake things are collecting dust in closets. Corners are utilized for things that don’t have a place or for clean laundry that no one wants to fold. Boxes are on top of each other in storage. The baby’s nursery is also the guest room. Ten years, three kids and countless memories later… I assure you we’ve come up with an answer. While the emotional side of me was on board to throw the offer down, my logical voice kept screaming, “It’s too much SPACE!! What are we going to do with all of this SPACE?!” I could feel the fun to be had at our backyard barbecues. I could hear the cheers in the basement from the parties held there for the big games. I could smell the family dinners in the kitchen. I could see our future children playing in the living room. It was way more space (and money) than I was prepared for as a kid just two years out of college, but I couldn’t deny the feeling I had when I was within its walls. I was just five steps through the front door and I knew it was ours. I remember the day my husband and I looked at our house for the first time with our realtor.
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