What Goes Around Comes Around

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This daughter and I…

Spent our last morning together walking down memory lane…more like sorting doodads from memory lane…her mother’s memory lane…

Mama me packing to move three years ago…had a hard time parting with things…prom dress from the 80s…homecoming dress from the 70s…hand sewn dresses when this old gal fancied herself a seamstress…

A lamp from that mother of mine…all those stamps from the Stampin Up craze…and ribbon…lots and lots of ribbon…

That daughter of mine…sweet thing that she is…took them…said she wanted them…and ended up storing them in a unit…

And now there’s no room for them in DC…and one of us…ok both of us…still can’t let them go…

And so it is…what goes around comes around…those totes…rescued once by that doodad lover of mine…a few years later…re-rescued by that doodad lover mother of hers…

Who is so thankful her new house…has a big basement…welcome back doodads…welcome back…
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And that daughter of mine…agrees…