walk down memory lane

My parents are in the process of remodeling their home. Specifically, their kitchen and master bath. But all the rooms were painted and will be redecorated, and new wood was put down on the staircase where old carpet used to be.

I suppose the only natural thing for them to do next...in the middle of construction... was clean out the attic? Right? Yeah, I don't know either.


At any rate, they rid their attic of all things and sent the three of us home with boxes and boxes of childhood dreams and memories. Dramatic, I know.


Apparently I kept every letter ever written to me since about the 5th grade. And, as it turns out, I also kept every journal I have ever written in. I was quite the dramatic child. And apparently 7th grade was a tough year.


Sheesh...I hope I have a house full of boys.


I digress.




One good thing, aside from the plethora of cheerleader uniforms that now live at my house, was a table and chairs my parents had made for the three of us.




I was told I could only borrow it, that somehow we will all have to share it. Maybe it will be passed around from child to child? Obviously us Tomlinsons are in to keeping the score even.


Jones is very fond of his new table and demands that we all, including Sophie, sit with him while he dines.


There are paint stains all over this table from when we were young. I love it.

And the hearts and cut-out names? Precious.

Now I just need to find a home for high school uniforms, letters from old boyfriends, and school notebooks. Pack-rat much?