What you dream about at 5 a.m.

Going through the old boxes looking for something.. something that we did not end up finding, we found so much more.

"Oh look there's me when I was little! I look so cuuuute!"

Cards from my grandmother to my mother, cards from my father to my mother, little notes saying "Went to store, be back soon, love you".

All these little scraps of paper, reports cards, old teeth (ew) old hair from upshernishes (ewwww), mementos, pictures, pictures, pictures, kids drawings saying "I love you Mommy and Abba".

We laughed as I dragged out box after box, getting dusty and dirty, breaking a nail, my eyes and nose itchy from the dust.

Cleansing. It was nice taking a memory trip, laughing, deciphering (why did we keep this old honey jar???) trying to fit everything back into the box that now seemed much smaller.

We didn't end up finding what I was looking for, but I found my answer along the way. The ending does not always matter, it is the journey that counts the most.

I found a dollar that I got from the Rebbe when I was 9 months old. It is nice to know I have one.

5 a.m. going to sleep with the birds chirping, it was a great feeling reconnecting to my past.