Caught Myself Snoopering in the Closet

I don't know why I keep doing it. It's silly and embarrassing, but there it is. Every time my grandkids come over to visit, I find myself sneaking into their old stuff hidden away in our closet. There are clothes, toys, books, anything they've outgrown or no longer use, all neatly packed up. Now that they're teenagers and have moved on to bigger things, I feel a sense of nostalgia just looking at these items. But what really gets me is when I find old letters or notes from their childhood days. Reading them makes my heart swell with joy and longing, wishing I could go back in time and be there for all those moments again. It's like my secret little hideout where memories live and breathe. Now if only they never found out...