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I got up early this morning and the temperature was already eighty degrees. I went through some boxes in the garage and organized some old things. I don't know why, but when I see things and hear dates, I always think of them in relationship to something. Sometimes it's annoying to me. For example (an exaggerated one) I'll see May 3,1984 and I figure out how old my kids were and where I was living. I don't only do this with dates, but with all kinds of things. Plants, scents, etc. I think I'm odd. Going through old boxes makes me feel sad. I want to go back in time and hug my little children. Nothing beats the Love a mother has for her children. I wish I could have had ten kids. The woman who gives me day lilies and tomatoes never had children. I feel really sorry for her because she missed out on the greatest gift there is in life.