First of all, since the last time I wrote, a whirlwind of events have happened. My daughters family came back from just a visit to Texas, to let us know they were moving there, in two weeks! The moving part didn’t surprise me, since God had been preparing me for it, but the timing did. Two weeks?
They already have a home, and Stephanie and Brittney already have good jobs. So a whirlwind of packing and purging began. They have been to our house for supper almost every night, since their kitchen things have mostly been packed up, and I have savored every moment.
My memories go back this morning to my parents, and how they must have felt when we moved away, because now I know. They were so strong through it all, put on these brave faces while we said goodbye, and always had a big smile and hug of welcome when we came back to visit. How many times have I seen them walk to the end of the carport, smiling and waving as we drove away?
Today is my day for that part. The Arnold guys took the first load of things to their new home two nights ago, driving through the night. When they arrived at their new home they unloaded, caught a little bit of sleep, then drove back last night. I woke this morning to all three of my Arnold grandchildren asleep in my living room. They arrived this morning around six. Stephanie and
Brittney spent the last two nights with us, which I’m grateful for.
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| Sleeping grandchildren |
Today they will get the last load and head off to their new home. I hope I can be strong, smiling and waving at the end of the garage as they drive away on their “grand adventure” as I’ve been calling it.
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| Grandma Christine came from Colorado to see them |
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| After a hard day of work, Weston unwound by playing the piano. |
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| The packing and purging |
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