And We Go Back To Where We Moved Out, To The Places

The best thing about moving is the things we find as we pack away the "stuff" and neatly place memories in boxes. I came across a sweet little book that had been displayed on a bookshelf in my bedroom...a book given to me for Christmas when I had moved to Colorado...from my bratty little brother, Caleb, who was 11 at the time. He isn't so bratty anymore, but I guess 16 years does that.

For a brief moment I forgot how horrible moving was and remembered how blessed I was to have a family that loves me...always. 

I smiled and wrote, in Italian, on the box...FRAGILE, handle with care.