Do I know you?

Decluttering is still happening, but interrupting that for another post.

Two of the most delightful people had a baby on Friday. We are not related by blood or marriage. We don't even see each other all that often. Through the wonders of social networking we do keep tabs on each other more frequently. I am not sure when we last talked face to face. It might have been in June of 2008. That is terrible.

BUT, these people are in my heart. They are a part of my story and related to me in a way some of my "blood relatives" never will be. They were a gift from God. Our families met when I was only ten years old and Tyler(the new dad) was just an idea. There are some people that you will encounter in life and you just feel an instant kinship with. A connection that you cannot identify, but you feel it in your bones. Sometimes it happens because of shared interests, sometimes it happens for no reason that makes sense. I happen to think it's a God thing but you might disagree.

However it happens, I am grateful. I am grateful to have known Tyler forevah, grateful that he married the incredible Adrien (she is his match), and grateful that now we all get to love this new little life. Congratulations again Adrien Tyler and Elliott.

How much is too much?

Do you own your stuff or does your stuff own you? At this very moment, my stuff owns me. It's everywhere, and I do mean everywhere. I don't qualify for the tv show "The Hoarders", but I imagine this is how some of the hoarders started out. It starts innocently enough. I'm going to keep those clothes because I might fit back into them one day. HA HA HA! I'm going to keep that game because we might want to play it again someday. I have to keep the kids artwork because it is so cute and a reminder of those preschool days. They might want to see it one day. The problem is that all of my one days and somedays are taking over my house. I want to look around and not see extraneous stuff everywhere. (that is possible, right?)
We have a garage full of stuff. I have no idea what most of it is. Some people advocate that if you haven't even opened a box in two years, you should just throw it all out. That makes me sweat just a little bit simply typing the words. I have promised myself that before 2009 is over, I am going to go through that stuff. What isn't important is going away. I will keep some of the kids preschool work, but not ALL of it. I will keep a select few of my old clothes, (just in case of 80's days at school-my kids are prepared with my calvin kleins and duran duran t's) The bulk of the stuff is going away.
Hopefully, after I tackle the garage I will be able to move to the stuff in the house. I would love to reclaim our guest room from the boxes that live there now. I would love to organize our craft/office/school supplies so I don't keep buying the same stuff because I don't know where to find it. Wow, that is profoundly sad. and wasteful. I guess that is part of my inspiration. I want to practice good stewardship. That's a word we usually only hear in church, but it makes sense in my situation. I am not taking care of the stuff I am in charge of. I am letting my stuff have a life of its own. It is time for me to be responsible for my stuff. It is time to stop letting my stuff own me. I'll let you know how it goes.

So last night we went swimming after a disastrous open house at middle school. (Isn't middle school just a disaster anyway?) We had a good time in the pool, thankful again that my parents are so generous with their pool. We all left at different times on our ripsticks and bikes, so it was getting dark, just past what you could call dusk, when I hopped on my bike. All along the road lightning bugs lit up as I pedalled past. What a great end to the day...