Everything was packed up for weeks and weeks. I hardly remember what is in each box.
I am trying to be very careful with what we allow into our new house. If it doesn’t make
us gasp in joyous recognition, like a long departed loved-one come home, it has no place here.
We are building our forever, after all.
Fortunately, books and cookies are allowed.
**Also, rare photos of the elusive second child who is usually either lost within the pages of a book, or prattling on endlessly about Hotwheels.