This morning as I was waking up and thinking about all I still have to do to get ready for our move in less than a week, I was suddenly struck by how much I also have to be thankful for.
First of all are the boxes my husband was able to purchase for a fraction of their original price. When he first brought them home I thought we would never use them all. Then last week I started to worry that we won’t have enough. Now I’m thinking it is just the right amount. So good price and the number we needed.
Secondly, I’m thankful for my children. My oldest daughter has stepped in time after time to make a meal or a snack, to take care of the little ones while I packed or cleaned, to suggest we all sit down and relax and watch a movie together. It’s nice to forget about the move for a little while and enjoy an old black-and-white movie with my children.
My middle daughter has been my packing partner. She has done a wonderful job of packing. I truly would not have accomplished as much as I have without her.
My youngest daughter has spent a lot of time playing with her three younger brothers so they would be happy and stay out of my way.
My oldest son has been awesome this week at dismantling beds and moving furniture around. My second son has hoisted a lot of boxes out to the garage to get them out of our way.
Thirdly, I’m thankful for my husband. He hasn’t been able to do much to help pack because of his job, but he has been so good about encouraging me. Sometimes when you’re in the middle of a project you can’t see the progress that you’ve made and get discouraged. He’s also been good about taking me out for dates to get me away from everything.
Finally, I’m thankful for the solid rock assurance I have that the Lord led us to this move. We’re moving into a house that has a separate apartment for my parents to be move into (scary thought, right?)
For a while I’ve been worrying about how I could take care of my parents as they age (another scary thought). My parents are in great health right now and very active, but I’m so thankful that we now have the framework in place if they ever need us.
It’s a little nerve-wracking to think of living this close to my parents, but I know it will work because this is how God led us. Without that assurance I don’t think I could go through with a move like this.
So we’re coming down to the deadline. We’re almost ready to start counting hours not days, but I’m nearly ready, and I’m not crazy. Major accomplishments for sure.
P.S. I’m sorry they’re are not more pictures, but a) boxes don’t move away when you get your camera out and b) I’m just too busy packing to take pictures of my children doing the same. ☺