It doesn't matter how much we donate or sell. It doesn't matter how strategically Checkered finds new ways to store things. It doesn't matter that periodically we all get frustrated because we can't get to the things we need. It used to confirm my fears that housekeeping isn't my greatest strength. It used to have me apologizing to anyone who saw our garage.
But then a neighborhood family lost their child in an accident.
Now I look at this collection of stuff and I see a family of living, active people. I see a dad and mom and four kids juggling a gazillion things. I see time for board games and badminton tournaments, camping, bike riding and fishing. I see hugs and togetherness. And that never-changing, impossibly crowded garage? It's just not such a big deal anymore.
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