When the little things matter

Today was a lot of packing. My sweet aunt is helping me document everything and it’s grueling work. It’s sweaty and buggy in the house and she’s working like a BOSS. But packing up the things that were supposed to just “be in my house” is making me angry. And sad. And hopeless. It’s not just packing things, it’s a blunt force reminder that we are leaving and never coming back to this home. So, when my neighbor set my missing portable propane fire-pit on my driveway completely intact (but mighty dirty) I SCREAMED with joy! And then I cried. Not because it was an expensive item (it’s not). Just because it’s MINE. And we used it all the time! And it disappeared along when the entire contents of my garage…. Along WITH the entire garage, but now it’s BACK. Sometimes the little things matter. ♥️