I had a lot of stuff. I'd been working full-time since 1980.
That's 37 years.
Of course, most of the stuff was work related. Books. Reports. Project files. Toss, toss, toss.
But I also uncovered treasure. Reminding me of my life outside of work. Like this letter:
How funny that the same little girl who was terrified of the Easter Bunny became a U.S. Marine.
Then there's this, from a visit Kimmy made to my office with her stuffed bear, Amelia. We may or may not have been playing with the copy machine that day.
Okay. We were playing. We
I had to shut my door to compose myself when I came upon the drawing 3-year old Kimmy made after I experienced a painful pregnancy loss. Talk about a stairway to heaven.
I got a chuckle out the the fact that 2 1/2 year old Kimmy was not quite there in terms of looking for a lost shoe instead of crying.
When I uncovered that letter to the Easter Bunny I texted a photo of it to Linda. Her response was immediate.
"That's not my handwriting."
It made me laugh. How could she deny it? But then I took another look at it and realized that it wasn't her handwriting. I forwarded the photo to Kimmy who admitted that it did, in fact, look like her handwriting.
Apparently Linda dictated the now infamous Easter Bunny letter to her big sister.