almost time to pack things up, again...

We are taught that material things are not the most important. I agree, if you build your world around them, establish them as priorities, and you make them your face to others. But I do love those little things, those that you keep, to remind you of someone, of a particular holiday occasion, of a trip you made, of a family tradition, or just a trinket of an afternoon with a loved one. These things I've come to cherish even more, as years pass. Each of these has a story, because each of us is a unique bursting bundle of stories, that we keep, retell, think of, dream about and that constantly remind us of who we are, where we came from, and what we have experienced. We will want to share these stories, of these little "things" that are really big and close to our hearts. As I get ready to pack away the lights, the wooden soldier, the Christmas runner, and the music-box nutcracker so lovingly passed on to me by my mother, I can only think of just how great it is to live, to love and to remember who we are, how we got here, and to try our darnedest to leave a worthwhile legacy to those that follow.