You know how you go along, or at least I do, happily piling and stashing and rearranging, over and over and over again, until one day you wake up and there's a team from A&E's Hoarder's at your front door? Ok so they’ve never been to my house, but I think Rod secretly has them on speed dial for that moment when I go over the edge. My “hoarding” has been justified and rationalized by me as “everything I keep is sentimental”. Ok, ok I know. But it sounds like the right thing to say. Haha.
Ok so, I am not even close to getting everything cleaned out, but I am having these little moments of baby Gauge-ness because I’m finding things that were so near and dear to him when he was a wee one.
The grocery cart, keys, and golf game. Oh the flood of memories that comes back of chubby toddler. Gauge pushing around the grocery cart with the kiddos I used to babysit playing store. Gauge dragging around those keys and pushing the buttons over and over until the batteries went dead (or sounded like something was dying when he pushed the button). And Gauge playing putt-putt with his very first video game to play on the television. Fact is, at the age of three, he could whip anyone’s hiney in a game of putt-putt so when he got this game, he would get so frustrated that he couldn’t win every time. That was a valuable lesson for him to learn the hard way at the ripe old age of three. So for those, ahem...no names will be named lol, who believe I should end up on an episode of Hoarders, here’s to the sentimental treasures found in the middle of my cluttered paradise. I will treasure them forever, because they each have a story to tell.
Here's to sentimental treasures found in the midst of a hoarder's paradise. And to the simple and fine art of saving our stories.
