(September)
There is something about antiques and heirlooms that tug at my heart strings. Perhaps its the history and sentiment of it and maybe even a little bit that I love the way they look- BUT when its an antique that once belonged to someone I love I suddenly become extremely attached to it.
I hope that I pass my crazy sentimental heart along to at least one of my children... Not enough to be a hoarder, but just enough that they will keep, cherish, and pass to their children the things that made my heart sing in life.