Good thing we had time away to rest, because we had no idea what was in store the following week. We didn't really think about anything past the wedding. Turns out "moving me into Kyle's house" was more like "5 days of physical labor and bodily punishment". Here are some pics of last week:
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| Back of the van filled with gifts |
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| Combo room - more like disaster room... |
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| Living room |
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| More living room... |
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And still more living room...technically I guess it's not
"living" room when you can't walk through it... |
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| Our investment in the future of Ikea employees... |
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| The big red van got a lot of action last week. |
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| The boxes were mating overnight and producing more boxes... |
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| Gotta start somewhere... |
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| At least there was a walkway! |
Giving it grace: Moving takes a TON of grace. I was organizing rooms as fast as Kyle could build the furniture for each room for five days straight. We made three trips to my dad's house to collect my stuff, one trip to Ikea, two significant trips to Target (the first trip involved three carts = obnoxious), one trip to Pete and MA's to pick up all the presents...we were exhausted, cramped, tired, frustrated - and yet we managed to get through the entire thing with hardly any disagreeing, raised voices, or fits of tears (me). We had a goal, and by God's grace, worked well together as a team to get things accomplished. I think the success came from being very aware of what the other person was doing and being sure to support them first before asking for support. Bottom line: we're never moving again. Ever. Sorry kids - you're getting bunk-beds!
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