Quite literally, most of my memories are in a box. Here’s the story. Last week, my mom was on vacation. She was cleaning out a closet and found numerous things with my name on them. So then the phone call…come get your stuff! Yeah, we’ve been married for 4 years and have a big house with plenty of storage. Really, I’m not a deadbeat kid who never moves out of mom’s. So Jeff and I went over and got the stuff. Which included a filing cabinet, 2 violins, old climbing gear, and several boxes of assorted stuff.
One such box is the point of my ramblings today. It was marked, “Tia’s Memories”. I’m sure the last time I went through this stuff was more than 4 years ago when I was packing before the wedding. And I doubt I’ll look at it again for at least that amount of time, probably longer.
My husband and I are both of the “throw away” persuasion. But some of these things I had a hard time tossing. Jeff would have probably chunked the whole box. But alas, he has put up with me on my road trip down memory lane for 3 days. Here are some lessons learned on my “road trip”:
1. It’s mighty hard to throw away memories, knowing full well, that what I was reminded of, I’ll never be reminded of again. It really is like erasing your memory.
2. Some things you don’t want to remember, so those items were easy to throw away.
3. It’s not just a letter or card, it was a relationship. One that once mattered.
4. Those relationships are over. And really don’t matter.
5. Some relationships are ripped from you before you are ready…tell your family you love them.
6. Some friendships last a lifetime and are worth treasuring.
7. Boy, was I dorky back in the day.
8. Life doesn’t ever turn out the way you expected…it’s better.
9. It’d take me a lifetime to scrapbook all that stuff!
10. I’ve been many places and had many “adventures”.
11. God has been very good to me…and I don’t deserve a bit of His gracious blessings.
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