As I lovingly wrap christening gifts, wedding gifts and other precious momentos a whole rush of memories and emotions swirl around me.
As I seal up the boxes I start to wonder how long it will be until I open them again. One year? Two years? More? What my life will be like. What I have seen. What I've experienced. Where will I be? Will I gasp and say: "oh I'd forgotten about this!"
It's like packing a time capsule.
The girls walked in and gasped when they saw our life in boxes. It must be strange to see the only home you've known slowly dismantled.
I remember moving boxes into this house. When it was just me and Skip.
Six years later, three kids later and half a world away.
It will be odd to open these boxes again and put our momentos next to new memories. Trying to remember Darbs as a baby, Goose just a preschooler and Lil only 5. Will it feel like a blink of an eye? Will it be a joyful home coming?
Time will tell.