I’m sitting in a nearly empty bedroom in our home.
Phoebe (also known as Daughter No. 3) is using Chloe’s old bedroom as a college-move “holding tank.” Phoebe moves to Anderson University tomorrow and has weeded out the clothes she is taking versus the “bless someone else” donation pile.
Near the door lie two tubs and a box. One 18-gallon tub is bright red with a green top — originally purchased to store Christmas decorations. For a moment, I try and remember what I had packed in that tub that made only a four-week appearance in December every year. I can’t remember, but it was obviously something I thought was important enough to save and store.