I have packed six boxes full of candles, decor, glass everything, books, photos, and memories, and I am just getting started.
Each item I wrap in paper and place in a box sends chills down my spine. What will our new house be like? Where will our first real memory be? When will we have our routines down so we can dance around each other in a new kitchen each morning. What will A's favorite place in the new house be? Where will her time-out spot be?
As questions flood my brain I focus on my task at hand...box after box I pack our memories, neatly wrapping them safe and sound till we can open them in our new home.