Little Things

I'm in the middle of a place where something I think is small makes me cry and I realize it may seem small but it's not. It's sad and precious and complicated. Throwing out a giant collection of paper shopping bags shouldn't be scary. It's shouldn't be something to avoid and look at with apprehension. But it is when you recognize bags as things you received gifts in year after year and recognize the shops the bags of from as sources of other gifts or shopping trips. And you know they were kept to be reused over and over and over again. It makes it so hard to just take them all and dump them in the recycling.