I've felt a little frustrated these last few weeks on the unpacking front. We accomplished alot last weekend in the garage organization, but now box after box awaits my attention. I can't do much of it on my own since I have to wait for Hubbs to be around to lift the heavy stuff. We've made so much headway, but then I look at what seems mountains, and it's easy for me to get overwhelmed.
...But then I open a box and it's full of small treasures. Each piece I unwrap tells a little story. Where it came from, when I found it, who gave it to me. These are small brooches from England that my husband gave me for Mother's Day a few years ago. This one is a small cottage needlework piece that is under glass.
This one is a porcelain piece.
and I found them in this little brass jewelry casket.
I think these treasures will mean more to me now;
I can see them with new eyes.
I know that there are more of these little blessings to encourage me,
...and keep me opening each box, not with dread,
but with anticipation.
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