
Andrew and i are in the process of purchasing a house. Due to this i am packing and unpacking, going thru boxes of life. I found this toy my mom had saved for me, My Pretty Pony. A bigger Pony from my lil pony company. It is kind of raggedy and obviously old but i don't want to get rid of it. Will our children ever play with it? you might ask...I am thinking no. The ears are gone that used to move, and the hair is just nasty. So why don't i get rid of it?? Cause it was mine when i was little, and my mom has instilled this nasty thing called pack rat sentimentality, and i can't get rid of it. (sometimes sin feels that way)
So all that to say i am struggling with the packing and unpacking and the throwing away...its my life that he is asking me to sort and throw away...but if my life ended none of this junk would be fun for him..it would be a burden!
ALRIGHT ALRIGHT already i will get rid of it :)
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Thanks for the extra encouragement!