Buried in boxes

We’re here! It took about 21 hours travel time over 2 days (we stopped a lot to keep my pregnant legs from swelling and to wake up from the mind-numbing boredom of staring at the rear end of a Penske truck).  We were glad to pull into the driveway and get out of the cars for good. Jack did really well on the trip, and didn’t seem to mind getting back into the car when it was time to go again. We were really grateful that Mom was here to help with the packing and driving- we could not have done it without her. She drove Mark’s car and we followed behind Mark driving the moving truck.

The movers were scheduled to arrive on Friday morning, but we ended up leaving earlier from our hotel in West Memphis than expected, so we called and it turned out they had a crew that was available to meet us at the house when we arrived on Thursday late afternoon. It was SO NICE to drive up and have them immediately start unloading so we could sleep on comfortable beds that night after the horrible tiny hotel beds. The only reason we made it here as early as we did was that one of the cats started yowling at about 5:30am and wouldn’t stop. We finally gave up and got out of bed since we couldn’t sleep through the the racket he was making. We jokingly speculated that maybe God sent an angel to disturb him so we would be able to get here in time to get the stuff unloaded!

There’s no way I can express how grateful we are for those who took Galatians 6:2 literally, helping to bear the burden of the furniture and boxes on Monday night as the truck was loaded, and for all the packing help that Mom and Laura provided. Unfortunately, I wasn’t able to be around for the fun of loading the truck, as Jack was dealing with a lovely intestinal virus that was thankfully very short-lived.

More to come… must get to bed since it’s after midnight and we’re getting up early to drive down to visit the church we went to while I was in high school. Should be fun looking for some familiar faces!