And what a week it has been...we were able to start moving items into the garage on Monday night, but couldn't get into the house until Wednesday. And we absolutely had to everything out and cleaned by Friday at 8am. Needless to say, it was a stressful and exhausting week. I took Wednesday off, as well as Thursday afternoon, and I supervised the movers who came to take care of the big, heavy stuff. I can say, with certainty, I would never want to be a mover by profession. Ugh. What a job! We had help from family and friends, and somehow, managed to get the job done. Ava and I did our final walkthrough of the old house on Thursday night around 9pm. It was bittersweet...we're looking forward to starting a new chapter in our lives, but there were a lot of memories that kept flashing through my mind as we did that walkthrough. Looking in Ava's room, I was remembering bringing her home from the hospital...walking through the backyard, I...
"Siblings...like branches on a tree we grow in different directions yet our roots remain as one."