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The pile in the living room has dwindled down as we have carted several loads over to our new storage unit. Praying, hoping that making this place look much better than it has with us living in it will make some dear soul want to own it.
It’s really a sweet house, our first house, just the right size for the two of us (and a baby, although it’s been a little more of a squeeze). I’m getting sappy as I think about leaving it–and even sappier going through piles of stuff as we move it out. There are some boxes that we hadn’t touched since we moved here 3 years ago.
In one of those, I found a stack of cards Mr. V gave me in college. Although I know he loves me in a completely different and deeper way now, he was obviously bananas over me pre-engagement and pre-grown-up life. I can’t believe the sappyness he was capable of writing (it’s very unlike him). (I have to add, he’s not the only one who’s stopped sending sappy cards. I’m definitely also guilty. In college I once wrote him a poem using candy hearts. We were disgustingly crazy about each other!)
Seven months after our first child was born and nearly five years of marriage later … I am sure we could use to recapture some of that early romance.
How do you do it? I’d love to hear some tips!