Sentimental or Disturbing?

I was cleaning out my underwear drawer after church yesterday - what, isn't that what everyone does on a lazy Sunday afternoon? Oh. Just me.

The drawer had been bothering me for quite some time. Too much stuff was crammed inside, and by stuff, I mean things other than underwear. The drawer has become a catch-all for all the little things that I don't want to misplace - immunization records, birth certificates, patriarchal blessings, a love letter or two, a sewing kit, and cards.

Oh, the cards. I think there's birthday, anniversary and Mother's Day cards from the last 19 years in there. I ought to give them back to Troy and just tell him to re-give them to me - cards are so expensive. There's probably a hundred dollars worth of cards stacked up in the back of my drawer. The Mother's Day cards show the most change: the years when they were just from Troy, trying to ease my broken heart, then the ones signed by Troy for Cam and Aaron, before they could write their names, and for the most recent years, where the boys signed for themselves. How far I've come in motherhood.

There are two heart-shaped cardboard boxes stuffed to one side - gifts from either a first or second grade class. One holds a love note and the other holds my original wedding rings - the main diamond fell out last October. They take up a good amount of space, but I just can't throw them away. I throw the school papers away with no problem, but the boys remember the boxes, and besides, they have their pictures modge-podged on the lids. How can I toss those out?

Then there was a bulky wad of Ziploc bags - at least a dozen. Guess what was inside...

Teeth. Lots of teeth.

They weren't labeled. Some are Cam's and some are Aaron's, but I don't know which. There were no dates or anything to sweetly remind me of ages and milestones. And without those things...face it, now it's just a bag of teeth, right?

There were also two envelopes full of hair.

These are Cameron's curls that got cut at his first haircut when he was two years old.

And this is what came off of Aaron's head when he was just a couple months old.

I straightened things up, got a little more particular about which underwear to keep, and in the end, kept it all, every card, every little gift from school, every tooth, every strand of hair.

Am I sentimental...or just mental? Drawer full of priceless memories...or am I just the lady who keeps baggies of teeth and hair tucked away with her unmentionables?

What do you keep, what do you throw away?

And what's the funniest/oddest thing you ever wanted to keep for "sentimental" reasons?