Tape Gun

I do so love my tape gun...It is an amazing thing.  Boxes are good too.  After this weekend is over I plan to get down to business.  Clean out and pack up the closets.  Organize a suitcase for each kid.  Take apart what furniture I can.  John will get another storage locker and we will start to put stuff in.  We decided that we can all sleep on mattresses on the floor for a couple of weeks.  It will be like we are camping in our own home.
I had a moment this weekend when we cleaned out Alyra's playhouse and sent it all with my dad.  I stood in the playhouse and cried.  When John took down the swing set I cried ( mostly because my grandfather helped John put it together and he has since passed away).  There will be lots more tears I'm sure.  It runs in my family...my mom use to cry when we did cross country races as a kid.  I can't wait to make memories to cry over in the new house.  

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Purplestamper said…
Beautiful, deep and rich are our memories. Tears are the truth, the authentic joy of our lives. Thanks for sharing and reminding me that even as I cried in Le Chateau yesterday I am healing with each tear cried.
Life is good.