I found this box unused in the garage after we moved into our condo. It was the previous owner's, but they didn't have a baby living here with them.
I haven't seen that box until today, and it reminded me that even with all the craziness that is selling a condo and moving that my life is fantastic because I've never had to write the words that were on this box. This space contained happiness and sadness and the first two years of my daughter's life. Everything that has happened since she's was born has happened here, and this box made me take a moment to be thankful for the fact that Amber and I were able to see it.
There is probably some in-depth philosophical think-piece-like-thing I can dive into about how houses are more than simple economic assets but are treated more like used cars today rather than a home, but I got more packing to do.