Even though I got kinda sad, I also got kinda happy. I now have an extra room for all my photography gear. Oh, man do I ever need that extra room. My 'world' (as Terry calls it) is just about to push us out the backdoor. TOO much! But, before I can completely claim that room there are a few more boxes that Karmyn has yet to pack. I borrowed Papa T's truck to help her move her bed and some bigger items. We were not able to move her chest of drawers and tv so her daddy will have to help us asap.
A few years ago, my brother built some custom cabinetry and desk area for her room. Look what is still left on her shelves. Homerun balls and Softball accolades and awards, Letterman Jacket and even a Homecoming Crown. I was there for every one of those moments. We lived it. We enjoyed it. We treasure the memories. Karmyn moved into her apartment a couple nights ago. She has not yet boxed up these things so I had to snap this picture. As the years go by, I am sure these High School Treasures will eventually make their way to a dust covered box in storage. Bittersweet.
And, The beat goes on....
...la, da, da, da, daaaa.....
Hey Mama,
I think the way I feel about this shelf of memories reminds me of what you said when I moved to my first apartment. I heard you tell the story about what happened to you a day or so after I finished moving. You walked into my bedroom that was completely, 100% empty of all things "Tootiefied" (that's me). So, you were getting excited about how you were going to use the extra space. When you whooshed open my closet door, the force of the wind made the singularly, solitary item left behind start swinging on it's hanger. It was a pink velvet beauty pagent dress that you made for me when I was in the 4th grade.
So, now I know how you must have felt. Did you have a boohoo session too?
Hey Mama,
I think the way I feel about this shelf of memories reminds me of what you said when I moved to my first apartment. I heard you tell the story about what happened to you a day or so after I finished moving. You walked into my bedroom that was completely, 100% empty of all things "Tootiefied" (that's me). So, you were getting excited about how you were going to use the extra space. When you whooshed open my closet door, the force of the wind made the singularly, solitary item left behind start swinging on it's hanger. It was a pink velvet beauty pagent dress that you made for me when I was in the 4th grade.
So, now I know how you must have felt. Did you have a boohoo session too?
Today is a new day. No more boohoo! Azaleas are blooming in my backyard.
Good old hardy azaleas make me happy every spring.