I have a confession.

Remember back in August when Greg and I had a garage sale? And I had trouble parting with some of the items the boys used when they were younger?

I told you that Greg put what didn’t sell in my trunk and asked me to take them to Goodwill. “A trunk full of memories,” I called it. I promised to do so, but knew I wouldn’t go right away. I drove from home to work, to the mall, and in between, even resorted to putting my groceries in the boys’ carseats. Needless to say…

Those memories are still in my trunk. And it’s November. Maybe it’s time to take them back into the house.

I obviously can’t do it.

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