I am worth $1.50

I am finding sometimes TRUE change is hard. Very hard.

This past week my beautifully pregnant wife has been getting ready for a garage sale.  Which is a very normal thing for a couple to do.  When they have a bunch of stuff they have collected over the years together that they just do not need anymore.  They put them in their garage and sell their stuff.

A few questions should arrive in your mind at this point. Two actually.

1. They have only been married for a year, how much stuff could they have possibly collected?

2. Chris, where has all your stuff that "did not make the cut" get put?

The answer to both of these questions is we have had a lot of my stuff lovingly packed in boxes in our garage, and it is now spread out on tables with price tags slapped on them.

When I got home from work the other day I walked through the garage looking at all my stuff trying to convince my wife why we should not get rid of it.  It was like the day had finally come when I had to get rid of all that stuff I had when I was a bachelor.  It was one thing to "change" when all my stuff was still near packed into boxes, but it is another thing to see price tags on all of it.

Yesterday turned into me trying to convince her why...and her trying to convince me why not!

She said "Chris, think of all the money we will have earned from this!" I looked down at all of my things with $0.10 and $0.25 markings on them.  I said what? We will make a buck fifty of this stuff!  And that is when it hit me  My old life was worth $1.50.

Truth.

My life now is invaluable.  There is no way I could ever put a price on my life, my wife, my baby.  The way I feel when I am home having a conversation, eating, sharing, caring for one another.  It makes me look at all of that old stuff and makes me think how easy it is to put value on it. Even if it is only $1.50.

Between you and me though I may or may not have rescued a few things when her back was turned.  That is our little secret though!

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