People are more important than things...
And then there was that day I found the box of my wedding things that someone had carelessly knocked to the floor of the closet in the basement that The Good Doctor insists does not get wet when it rains nor does it get moldy.
My veil, my shoes, the ring bearers pillow we made from my wedding fabric...
But the most difficult loss of all, the Bible that was carried by my mom, her sister, her mom, me, two cousins, and Andrew as ring bearer in another cousin's wedding. The Bible that my mom just passed on to me for safe-keeping this past spring when she moved. The Bible that she just asked for, to display at her 50th anniversary in January.
People are more important than things...
People are more important things...
Maybe I'll be ready to say that tomorrow.
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