If We're Made of Light, Why Can't I See You?
This grand heart of yours leaves me envious and awestruck. The passion you express through mere words is the greatest of gifts. All of this from a man! My life has been surrounded by stoic masculine men that only express rare glimpses into their feelings. You, John, are different. I have followed you for years and you can bring me to tears with one sentence. Beautiful work, just magnificent.
The vintage baby clothes (unless they are rags) are something someonevmight love, or even a poor mother who can't afford to buy them. Likewise, old photographs. I kmnow it's really hard to part with sacred "stuff," so maybe keep the red gloves.