Boxers

Today was the big day. The movers were set to arrive at eight this morning. As of last night, we were not ready.

Thanks to Bryan staying up until three in the wee hours of the morning (I was in bed, curled up into a little ball with what I can only assume was food poisoning) and an actual arrival time of nine, we were mostly ready when they got to work.

Ninety-six boxes later (not counting all of our flip top bins full of decorations and kids clothes and shoes) our stuff is ready to be loaded on to a moving van.

It's hard to believe this is finally happening.