Yep, no matter how you slice it moving is a pain in the butt. On the bright side we had no red-eyes, jetlag or dishonest movers to deal with this time, but there's still a ton to do (as if two in diapers didn't already keep us well-occupied!)
Our thanks go to all who helped, including our fabulous sitter Megan and Grandma Sue for watching the girls, and stalwart friends Danny and David for helping us (again!) and making us laugh: we couldn't have done it without you.
Thanks also to my dad for all his help and hard work, and for letting stay at my grandfather's house while he's fixing it up. "That's what family's for," he always says, but he and Grandma Sue have definitely gone the extra mile (or twenty) in helping us. We're very grateful to have spent this year with you.
It's odd to have come full circle and be living down the road from where I grew up: we even stayed in this house for a short time after the fire, when I was in first grade. My first grade teacher lives across the street, and I believe all the adjoining properties are owned by family. Life's even looking up for Eula, who'll have a new playmate next-door and some new woods to explore.