Curio-cabinet, dust and memories

Rather I should say lots of dust, from a curio-cabinet I used to be so proud of, which over the years, I have shoved further and further into a corner, where little light falls, and I don’t look there often, whereas it held so many treasures and “firsts” for our family. But not on this day, I worked up my courage and tears to dust and make two piles of family things: daughter one and daughter two. I did dust and cry over each piece- I tried to find some joy… mostly dust, memories, sorting through each item, where they can choose to keep, share or toss. I’ve held onto these things long enough.