I have been saving almost everything the kids make at school, camp, Jill's House, where ever. Their closets are filled with plastic bins, decorated with their names in puffy stickers. I am running out of closet space. So I had the brilliant idea that I would go through the bins and keep only those things most precious - with their handprints, photos or those items that are originals (not done by the teacher using hand over hand techniques). I opened up Waverly's closet this afternoon and gazed up at the stacks of bins, full of memories and treasures. I couldn't do it. I couldn't even pull down one bin and peek inside.
A task for another day perhaps.
I am fully at home in our little Sanfilippo world. I feel cozy here. Just me, Matt and my sweet babies. I used to long to return to the days prior to diagnosis. The bliss of ignorance. Now I simply want to hold onto each Sanfilippo filled day, because at least we are all together and safe. The future is beginning to weigh heavier on me each day. November is just around the corner. Waverly's 9th birthday. Oliver turns 6 the following month. I need time to slow down.