My Aunt H. gave me this paper box when I was a kid.
I saved it and many of the papers.
They are all used now;
Mr. Husband wrote me many notes and cute poems.
They make me feel really loved.
I put them all back in the box today so they can be packed.
We have boxes to be boxed,
Cell phone shots of things at home depot.
Closet doors I wish to have.
New icons up at church on our iconostasis.
Cleo apparently wants to be packed too :)
She's currently happily ensconced in this box,
in the sunshine,
That's one way to not look at the mess of boxes... :)