So I can honestly say that I have been making huge steps towards organizing my homestead. However, there are moments that I can get seriously sidetracked by the "stuff" I am reorganizing. After all, all this stuff holds so many memories. The baby clothes that I've been sorting brings back memories from the tiny-baby days. I loved the cream furry coat that Belle wore to church for her first Christmas.... Jack's first pair of soccer cleats was hard to give away... and every toy that I pack up is hard to let go of because I can still remember them playing with them... how they explored the toy trying to figure out what it was they were holding in their little hands.
And then today... I saw a glimpse of my veil that I wore on my wedding day.... and I panicked when I saw the hanger that was holding up my gown had broken. Naturally I had to investigate to make sure the dress was still okay. Nothing was wrong with it..... and of course I had to hop into it because... well, just because. I hadn't touched the dress in years. It was magical... my dress, my wedding day, my prince charming sweeping me off my feet happily ever after.
My helper Jack carefully tried zipping up the back for me... with no such luck. Jack in his sincerest voice said, "mommy, maybe you've grown out of it." I knew my dress was tiny but I thought for sure it would still fit! I mean, my weight has remained about the same... the only difference is I did have two kids... but come on... how in the world did my rib cage expand -permanently!
When Belle saw my dress she oohed and awed... then she disappeared. Jack was still trying the zipper when Belle showed up in her Cinderella dress. "Now we can dance mommy." "Yes, Belle, now we can dance." And so we did.