Yesterday, Matthew and a buddy of his started to bring the "outside" belongings to the farmhouse.
The outside list would include anything in the detached garage, the 30'x40' shop, the pole barn, and other various areas "around the house".
They started in the detached garage and brought a load that included lots of things Matthew and I had already gone through over the last month or so.
Out-of-season clothes, tools, cleaning supplies, Christmas decorations, and more.
We had already emptied one side of the garage so the buyers could store a few things there and we had organized the other side in preparation to move.
When they went back for the second load, they decided to go ahead and empty the attic in the garage.
Of course, here in Missouri this week, it's been like 900º Fahrenheit.
So they climbed into the hottest part of the property and emptied everything we have been storing up there for the last eleven years.
They brought the trailer over here to the farmhouse and had me go through the pile of attic treasures.
Ten years ago, in 2007, we had a tornado go through and pick up our pole barn, tear tin off of our shop, and throw Santa across the highway.
Even though we haven't plugged Santa in for the last few years, I just cannot let him go.
He still sparks joy for me.
He reminds me of that time when God spared our home and kept us safe during that storm.
He reminds me of my dear ol' dad "rescuing Santa" from his landing spot after the tornado.
That old Santa is a joy-sparker for me.
And for Mattie.
So Santa stays.
And the other 95% of attic "treasures" go into the trash.
Moving really makes you think about what you hold on to through the years.