So today Suz decided to clean out the garage. We have been in this house for well over a year. There were things in boxes that I hadn't seen since hurriedly tossing them into that box well over a year ago as they were packed.
I'm going to ponder this for awhile. As she runs circles around me cleaning, I get bogged down going through each box, reliving each memory that pops out.
It's too bad that we leave these things in these boxes for so long. Or maybe it's for the best.