Do you fall in love with things? I do.

Some things just make me smile when I see them. Like my grinning ceramic jack-o’-lantern, my chubby copper bird ornament, and my first real piece of art; a pretty floral in shades of purple.

Other things remind me of someone I love, like the delicate chintz creamer that my Grandma gave me. I told her I thought it was pretty, and she immediately took it out of her china cabinet and gifted it to me. I was careful not to mention liking something of hers after that, but the creamer will always be special to me because she wanted me to be the one to cherish it next.

While I may rearrange and reorganize, there are certain things I will never tire of seeing, touching, and using because these are the things that make home, home.

I often wonder who will treasure my things after I’m gone. Will they love them as much as I do?

— Debra