We are participating in a joint garage sale with some other families from our Financial Peace University (Dave Ramsey) class. I didn’t think we’d have too much stuff to sell but that’s before we made a trek into the attic late one night.
We haven’t added anything to the attic in probably a decade so I guess I thought there just wasn’t that much up there. Boy was I wrong! We found oodles and oodles of stuff – only some of which had been destroyed by nesting mice, other critters, and the passage of time.
It cracked us up to find a huge box labeled “Garage Sale”. But the best find, by far, was the group of 3 or 4 tubs and boxes of Jane’s baby clothes. Everything from tiny little newborn up through about 3T. And some cute little shoes!
They were lined up so nicely at the bottom of the box, each with their match… except for that lone white Ked. And here’s what I love about my kids. Half joking, I held it up in the air and called out, “Who wants this shoe?!”
Quick as lightning, Daryl’s hand shot up in the air: “I do!”
This caused Jane to retire her own hand that was making a belated attempt to claim it.
As I handed it to my ten year old son, his face beamed and he said, “I’m going to paint it. It’s going to be so cool!”
“I was going to plant a tree in it,” Jane said forlornly.
“Well, maybe you can plant the tree in it when he’s done painting it,” I said, thoroughly impressed that my kids were showing their Destination Imagination credentials by so quickly finding a use for a lone tiny baby shoe.