It seems like it was last year when I posted about our upcoming move.
It has now come to fruition, and not without just enough adventure to keep us on our knees.
Praises be to our great God for His providence!
We learned one week before our moving date that a mistake on the part of the moving company left them unable to arrive for packing on the date we had determined. The new homeowners needed us out by a certain date, which meant that we'd have to resort to drastic measures.
By "drastic measures", I mean that Craig called me on Tuesday, June 7, around 6 p.m. from Houston, and spoke these words:
"You know how we're always telling the children that they should rise to new challenges and do hard things? Well, that's what we're going to do. We're going to pack ourselves and take two U-Haul trucks to Houston."
At 6:30, Graham and I drove to the U-Haul store and bought boxes. By midnight that night, our kind, generous, reliable, faithful friends, Zach, Kait, and Jon, had already made good progress packing, with some help from the children.
Several others came to contribute lots of hard labor on our behalf, getting everything packed just in time to load the trucks on Sunday and Monday and drive away on the morning of Tuesday, June 14.
|The girls' friend, Meghan, donated several hours of her time to helping pack.|
|This is drama, but Caelyn really was tuckered out! All of the children worked so hard to make the move possible.|
|I could write a book on all of the things that my parents do and have done to make life easier, but I'm especially grateful to my mom in this case for packing my sensitive antique items.|
|Daddy carefully wrapped all of our glass shelves, among many other things.|
Here's how the loading crew looked:
|One 26-footer down, one to go|
To be continued...