As you can well imagine, moving can make you see things in a new light. I've been going through "stuff" in my house, "stuff" I've collected over the years, "stuff" that was given to me from a thoughtful someone...deciding what to take, what not to take. In fact, what I've found is that initially it saddened me to pick and choose (which is really hard!). Now when I walk into a room and look around, the memories associated with many of the things are bringing chuckles and smiles and I'm finding that things are just things and it's the memories that really matter!
|Jane & The Family|
Remember when I told you about picking out paint and being a "plain Jane?" Well, while collecting all the bunnies I had upstairs and preparing then for the wash, one of them, a gift from my son, really grabbed my attention. She had a paper tag attached to her with a small piece of twine. Removing it as I readied her for the washing machine, I couldn't help but read her story:
" Hi, my name is...
Jane "Not So Plain" Lopsmith
Me and my brother Joey are orphans. Don't be sad, we're not! We're just thankful that so many of the other Lops are kind to us..."
|Jane "Not So Plain" Lopsmith|
Her story reminded me of my sister and I and , although we were not orphans per se our childhood was far from normal. Meeting so many "Lops" like yourselves has made my life special.
So, to all you "lops" out there in bloggerville, thanks for being kind to me!! Each time I read your comments, I am amazed at how wonderful you all are. For that bit of kindness, I thank you...:)