My almost 41 year old daughter came home for Christmas, something she hasn’t done in years. With her, besides her suitcase, was a box. Very curious, we soon found out that it contained the only personal items she was keeping after selling everything she owned, literally everything, except some clothes ( more on the why later), that she wanted us to store for her. The funny thing is we too are getting rid of a lot of our “stuff” as we prepare to downsize in preparation for retirement. In fact, I had hoped that she would actually take back with her the contents of her childhood boxes that have been in our basement for almost twenty years. Instead she went through each box, sorting out what she wanted to keep, give to someone or throw away. When she was done only a small amount remained, among it a small pile of uncertainty, that included her first baby blanket/quilt made by her Grandmom (remember we come from a long line of quilters) in 1974 (even though it says 1976). What to do? We decided that taking a picture and maybe cutting a piece of it to go into one of her scrapbook albums would be a way to preserve the memory without having to continue to store it. Hard to let it go but we both know that it is about the memory, not the “stuff”.