Up to Our Eyeballs in Boxes

But at least our eyeballs are not very far from the ground. I knew that after ten years, two children, and two houses, we'd accumulate lots of stuff, but this is intimidating. Aside from the emotion that comes with moving half a country away from the only home my children have ever known, the thought of packing my life into portable compartments has had me on the verge of tears. But on day number two of our power packing, I am doing better now. We have tackled the basement and the garage, the two dark, scary places that were the dumping ground of all our miscellaneous items, and have managed to move upward to the first floor. While both our office spaces are boxed up and ready to go, the kitchen remains, taunting us from around the corner, as we finish up the living room.

One of the hard things about packing is encountering memorabilia. I found my pregnancy journal, which I wrote during both my pregnancies. Of course, I curled into a corner of my office, and read tearfully as I recounted picking baby names, hearing fetal heart beats, feeling fetal movements, and of course each of their baby milestones. I cannot believe how fast they grow up -my babies.

The kids have been helping with the packing, well, sort of. Like me, they find things that conjure up memories, and off they go to play with their long lost (fill in the blank). While sorting their toys, they find all sorts of treasure, which, at least, keeps them occupied while my husband and I get some packing done.

We have two more days until the movers come. Whatever we don't pack, they will do, but at a price. So back I must go to piles of memorabilia, so that we can stop later to enjoy some fireworks.

Happy Independence Day everyone! God bless all those who have fought for our country.