One Favorite Part of Moving

One of my favorite parts of moving is the packing, I know that probably sounds strange, but hear me out. When I start packing, I savor it. I feel like I am on a treasure hunt. The treasure is the memories I will eventually run across - some stuffed in a box that hasn't seen the light of day since the last move, some are in "photo safe storage" boxes - still waiting to make it into a scrapbook and some are just randomly stuck in-between books, etc.

Some of Today's Treasures

The patches of my husband's old uniform - the ones from

when he first entered the Border Patrol and to go

with those, I found the pictures from the day he

was promoted to a supervisor.

A too sweet picture of Mandie holding newborn
Jordan in the hospital with me looking on smiling nervously.


The packet of pictures that still brings a lump to my throat. The ones capturing my last days with my Dad. Along with those, I found a story I started several years ago. It is about my Dad - a story to acquaint my grandchildren with this special man that they won't have the gift of meeting here on earth. It isn't going back into the stash I found it in, I think I want to pick up with it where I left off. I have a grandbaby now and I would like to have it for him to read some day.





A funny picture of our children and a hairy little "boy" named Thad. I still laugh when I see this photo - the kids really enjoyed having a dog, especially one that would let them dress him up in Jordan's old clothes.



A picture of my Mom and Brian's folks in Oatman, Arizona. We
took fresh carrots and were trying to not feed them all to the same couple of greedy donkeys. We tried hiding the carrots in Dad's wheelchair (I still don't know why we thought that would keep the
donkeys from finding them), but the donkeys didn't take long to sniff them out!

And finally a picture I didn't know I had. I can't say I remember this day, but I'm glad I have a photo of baby me and our dog Trixie.

She was our faithful dog for a lot of years. When my brother went into the army, Trixie started sleeping at the foot of my bed.

Memories.

Do you see why packing is one of my favorite parts of moving?