|4 bags for Goodwill, glorious sunshine pouring in through the window|
School papers, baby books...the room got small, closing in on my memories and I couldn't go further, couldn't make a decision, couldn't wrap my heart around their childhood piled in a ratty old cardboard box or the fact that it was time to pack it up and hand over my treasures to the ones who created them.
"I can't do this today." "It's okay honey, we can come back to it." And we will.