Some things don't last forever, but some things do. Like a good song, or a good book, or a good memory you can take out and unfold in your darkest times, pressing down on the corners and peering in close, hoping you still recognize the person you see there.
Memories, even your most precious ones, fade surprisingly quickly. But I don’t go along with that. The memories I value most, I don’t ever see them fading.
I spent all day today cleaning up in the attic. Part of that required me to go through lots of old letters, cards, photos and other memorability. It is both emotional going through lots of old memories (not at least the girls' baby stuff!) and taxing physically to haul all the stuff around, but the feeling of accomplishment when it was all done was great.
Can't believe I have made it to day 100!