This is a biggie for me because for most of my life I have needed 'tangible' evidence of my precious memories.
Items of clothing from the boys,little hats,shoes,bibs,bottles,beakers even dummies ...I look and think 'awww' and marvel at how tiny they were and how much I loved them.
Memorabilia such as their paintings,drawings,little clay dishes they made,sticks and stones they gave me,anything to be honest!
And then it gets more suspect,as I seem to have a uncanny knack for placing a memory to anything and if someone who I consider special gives it too me the item becomes keepable.
Linking up with Cate who hosts the fab Six Word Saturday over at her blog Show My Face
Pop over and read some of the entries they are a great bunch of people.