I'll start by dusting my room.
In order to dust, I have to clear off top of the dresser.
To clear that off, I have to put away random articles that have accumulated over months days.
To put them away I have to find places for them.
Which inevitably leads me to the basement where boxes are full of Christine memorabilia from over the years.
Suddenly, I find myself covered in art projects, old report cards, accelerated reading awards, notes from friends, etc.
We're talking a real treasure trove.
And that is where I found this:
I went through the sacraments of initiation which were very touching (as you can see by the giant tear drop on the cover) but not quite as good as the last couple of pages about stewardship and the future...
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| It looks like I had trouble listening to my friends but I'm sure my babysitting earnings greatly helped with the funds at Church. |
This is the real gem, complete with my lofty dreams for the future.
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| Aside from the "taking care of my parents in their old age" it seems I've arrived. And is that an accurate artistic rendering of my current status or what? |
It's safe to say that it took several days for our room to get dusted.
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