We got our Christmas tree last night which meant I had to go up in the attic to get all the Christmas "stuff" - wreaths, red bows, garland, Santas, tree decorations, lights. After handing down all this stuff to Taggart and Sage - who, by the way, are loving all the holiday ritual - I looked around to see how bad it really was up there. And I sort-of surprised myself because I thought, "This could be so much worse!"
There were only a couple non-Christmas related boxes, which is really kind-of shocking to me. One plastic bin whose contents I could not remember beckoned to me so I decided to take a quick peek before disembarking down the attic stairs. Very little was in it - some baby socks, a play mat, and then at the very bottom, an old pair of Taggart's little red tennis shoes. His and my favorites, as a two-year-old, he wore them constantly. We called them the "red racers". They are like cool red leather shoes, reminiscent of little bowling shoes. But even better. And when they are only a size 6 1/2, they are virtually irresistible. They also were obviously hard to part with.
Well, in the past I've kept things around for the sake of having them around. For the memories. For sentimental reasons. But honestly, we don't need the "red racers" anymore. No need to hold on to them. Let someone else shine in those too-cool-for-school shoes. And we knew just who might like them - our next-door-neighbor's grandson, Lucas. Almost two, we love to find things we think Lucas might perfect for Lucas.So Sage and I delivered those little red racers next door earlier this evening. They weren't home so we lined them up at the step by their back door. Those tiny little red shoes would bring a smile to anyone's face. And, I'm glad someone else special will have them and enjoy them. So much better than sitting in a bin in our attic for the next ten years . . . so much better.
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