Thursday, July 28, 2011

Holding on...

It's funny the things we hold onto...
Little glimpses of life that has long passed us by.
Little things that we do to help us not forget.

My garage door code is my mom's birthday.
Like I would ever forget my mom's birthday!!
But (just in case) I punch it in... to remember.

A picture of me in my wedding gown sits on my nightstand table.
I am young... and beaming from ear to ear.
I felt like a princess and saw my "perfect" life coming together.
I keep that picture up (just in case) I don't ever feel that way again... to remember.

I have a storage closet in my basement full of baby things.
Things I should have long since gotten rid of... I mean, my boys are 6 and 8.
The prospect of me having another child... well, let's be honest.. that door is slowly closing.
I always thought I would have a houseful of children... okay, maybe not a houseful, but at least three...
But I can't seem to bring myself to part with those teeny tiny things (just in case) because I would love to hold one more of my own some day... and if not ... to remember.

1 comment:

  1. Funny you mention this , cause my soccerboy
    age 16 is really weird about giving away ( like to his cousin)
    clothes or books or even toys that are his from
    when he was a baby.
    Very sentimental he is.


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