Our little clan is moving to a bigger house in a ... really soon.
We will have enough space for all of our Very Important Things.
We will have enough space for all of our Activities.
And it's a cool house.
Of course, that means I am getting wickedly nostalgic for our current, soon-to-be old house.
But, it's our first house that we BOUGHT!
It's the only house Jack has ever LIVED IN!
It's where he played BASEBALL for the first time!
Our backyard is AWESOME!
I'm right, of course. All of these things are true of our current/first/soon to be "old" house. Being an emotional type means that I get to feel this way, right before I am swept up in a tidal wave of excitement for the new/second/bigger/cool house. It's, um, part of the process. If you're me.
Also, Durel feeds me a margarita from time to time. That helps.
With that, the packing continues.