"We can give it all away," I said to my husband. We were surveying the northeast corner of the basement. Old baby blankets, two play pens, and a pile of toddler toys that grade school kids just don't play with anymore.
And then I spotted the high chair. Plain, wooden, charming, and well worn from hundreds of wipe downs. I blinked back tears. "But the high chair stays," I added.
Just because you aren't using something for its purpose anymore doesn't mean you don't need it.