Favorite Things Sound Like Music...

One of the best things about changing seasons is pulling out 'stuff'. Finding sweaters or cute tops or a great pair of flip flops that I'd forgotten all about. Or seeing my fall wreath and fake pumpkins and table runners and strands of berries for the mantle. Or pulling out my sweet snow village and re-remembering each piece. 

Sometimes I forget what our favorite stuff looked like, or that we even had it.

I think that's what it's going to be like T.O.D.A.Y., when the driver pulls up with all our 'household goods'. What they call 'household goods', that they drove away with almost a month ago, I call that great polka-dotted chair for the great room, the leather sofa, old quilts and throws, fluffy pillows, great-smelling candles. Family photos that have been tucked away for  months (because nobody gets to stage a house with family photos), books and puzzles and sewing projects waiting to be finished, towels and rugs and favorite CD's, cookbooks with batter and splatters making the pages stick together, worn out houseshoes that fit your feet perfectly, old toys from childhoods past, cribs waiting to be filled with grandbabies. The growth chart, which some would call a board, that we've hauled from house to house for almost thirty years, just waiting to be hammered up somewhere because some of the people in our family are still growing.

Watching that big truck pull up, seeing its doors open wide and the men start hauling it all out, to create one massive mess in this empty house - oh my, I cannot wait. The thought of seeing all our favorite things that we've mostly forgotten about - it conjures up thoughts of taking down drapes and sewing everyone matching outfits and twirling around the room, singing all about it - who cares if it's a bit off key!