Yesterday Les and I spent some time going through boxes in the basement in the hopes of being able to part with some of their contents to create more space down there (I get overwhelmed every time I set foot in that over-crowded, unfinished basement).
We did manage to fill a large box with items to give away -- as well as making a fair-sized garbage pile with stuff that n-o-b-o-d-y would need or possibly want -- but most of the stuff was kept due to the emotional attachment that went along with it. I found myself taking a quick trip down memory lane with each item I picked up from inside the dusty old boxes.
1. My diaries from late elementary school through to senior high.
I wrote a lot of things down within those thousands and thousands of pages, and even though I didn't take the time to read any of them at that time, I have in the past re-read many entries and some of them came floating to the surface of my memory.
As most typical pre-teen and teenage girls, the majority of my entries were about boys (*sigh*). The loving, the losing and everything in between.
Maybe you don't know this about me, but while I am generally a person who is more on the shy side, I was very different when it came to members of the opposite sex and my interest in them. If I liked a boy -- he knew it! He may not have always known what to do about it, but he knew my intentions!
Maybe you also don't know this about me, but I was never very successful in my ventures. Don't get me wrong...the boys liked the attention. And most of the time they returned my flirtatious gestures. But that's usually where it ended. Oh, the adventures I had!
2. Pictures of friends.
I re-discovered pictures from when I was young and single (okay, I'm still young) and had a couple of photo shoots with two of my best friends. Pictures of Andrea and I in the park enjoying the beautiful fall weather, and pictures of Jackie and I in the S.N. ruins.
I look back at those photos and remember the wonderful sense of freedom that I had. The many, many times spent with these two good friends (and others!) laughing, eating, venting, crying --again, probably mostly over BOYS! Those were some of the best days of my life!
3. My scrapbook of my relationship with Les.
I bought a thick notebook shortly after we started hanging out and quickly filled up the pages with details of my dating experience with my future hubby. Everything from the first kiss to the first date (yes, the 1st kiss came first -- about a year and a half before the first date!), to the first fight, to the first 'meet the parents' experiences, the proposal and anything else you can possibly imagine. It's all in there -- along with movie stubs, romantic cards, words to songs that were meaningful to our relationship, etc.
I kept the scrapbook a secret and presented it to Les on our wedding day. I think some of the appreciation was lost on him, but it's still a treausured item that describes our special journey.
4. My box of wedding 'stuff.'
Ahh...the wedding. I kept my bridal magazines, my wedding organizer and other items as a reminder of the fun of preparing for the big day. I'm excited to one day -- a LONG time from now -- look through my wedding magazines with my daughters, alongside the then-current ones and laugh at how 'dorky' the styles were 'way back then' when I got married!
5. Cards from when the girls were born.
Definitely the most life-changing experiences of my entire life was giving birth to my two daughters. And seeing the huge stack of cards that we received for our firstborn really brought some of those feelings back to the surface.
There are a myriad of emotions that a woman goes through in the process of carrying, delivering and first bringing home a new baby and I went through all of them! Excitement, joy, stress, discomfort, excrutiating pain, exhaustion...and many more.
I love keeping things that hold special memories for me; even if it means that I still might feel a smidge overwhelmed when I walk down into my basement and see more boxes than what I would like.
And the next time I feel like it's time to go through boxes again in another attempt to clear things out...I'll have another opportunity to dust off some memories and take another trip down memory lane.