Over the weekend, I brought some kitchen things, curtains, small elements to the new house. I also opened a big box of toys in the empty living room and just let the children play while I lined cabinet shelves and did some organizing. It was so fun to hear the giggles and squeals and to make a little memory at the new place. I keep reminding them that home is where your family is and not the location. I think everyone is excited for our next adventure. It did my heart well to hear their joy.
We had fun with Mr. Wonderful's family, too. All nine of us had homemade pizzas, played games, went to church and out to lunch afterward. I enjoyed getting to spend more time with his parents and they got to see how the families work together. We didn't avoid all chaos, but such is real life.
The truck arrives in the morning and I actually feel ready! I'm not feeling too moody today, just a bit sentimental. I spent time with two of my best neighbors who helped me pack this weekend and we emphasized how much we will do our best to stay close. It won't work, but at least we will try.