My husband and I just moved into a new house. It's an overwhelming blessing and just plain overwhelming at the same time. Initially we had the tower of Babel in the middle of our floor . . . boxes full of meaningful keepsakes, meaningless junk that was just never thrown out or given away, and even more puzzling assortments of random, useful objects tossed in by helpful family and friends as we moved. Oh, and we have more books than the Nokesville Mini-Library (possibly).
Sorting through the material flotsam of each other's lives has provided ample subjects for conversations between my husband and I. It's remarkable how much the Things that surround our lives tell about our priorities and attachments.
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