Things

This will be my 375th post.

I think about my kids someday, and wonder if they will be thankful for the things I've typed out, or overwhelmed at the amount they would have to read through in order to find the few things worth reading.

I think about the thousands of pictures we have taken in this new digital age, and look at the one picture I own of my grandfather that is hung on the wall, and realize it is worth all the more because it is rare.

Our house is stuffed full of things we don't need, but we seem to have a hard time letting go of them. My husband keeps stashing away toys the kids don't want because he thinks they are cool.

It is a fine line between blessing and burden.