I texted my friend Leah shortly before our yard sale began last week. She had asked how she could help, and I told her she could make it easier for me to get rid of things. Her response? Just think WWLD. Translation: What Would Leah Do?
I have a confession to make. I have a really hard time letting go of my baby boy's stuff. Now that the baby is two, and the factory's been bombed (ask Justin), I have come to that difficult place of making myself part with our baby toys and clothes. I'd rather just hide it behind closet doors and pretend it's not there, or find an excuse like, "Someone close to me may decide to have another baby!" but as closet space is running out and most of my friends are turning *ahem* forty, I know the inevitable will happen. I will have to part with it.