We've been up since 5am, everyone dressed, davened and armed with packing tape.
We've been shoving things into boxes and labeling them things like "box of crap" and "top of dresser" and "bottom shelf".
Bottom Shelf of what? Who knows? And does it really matter?
I'm kind of sad this morning. Josh thinks I'm nuts, he's ready to move forward and onward and upward and all those other buzzwordy kinda words but I'm not totally there yet.
This house, while far from perfect, has been home for six years - we showed up here with almost no possessions and two small babies and we're leaving with 86 boxes, 36 bins and more couches that normal people should have. And most importantly, four kids instead of two and all four of them, if they're not exactly big kids, they're not exactly babies either.
This house and this community have been very good to us and we will miss it.
I think it's okay to be a little teary eyed this morning, and not just because the movers are an hour late.
Onwards and forwards - sure. But also looking back and remembering the good and the fun and the memories.
Are you a Mom?
Of course you are,
your shirt is dirty :)