Our vows didn't actually say anything about vagabondary and, as a bit of a grammarian, I have to admit that it's not a word (vagabondage is, though...), but I have packed and unpacked various amounts and contents of our belongings 10 times in our just-shy-of-two-years marriage. Tonight starts lucky number 11. Eleven out of at least 14 by the time June rolls around
And that means that right about now, six and two half-boxes in, there's only one box I'm really thinking about: the box of wine on top of the fridge.
But, as much as this task ahead of me is making me feel a little desperate and overwhelmed - and I do - tonight I choose to be thankful: that we have a home and belongings that make our lives comfortable, that I have a wonderful, intelligent husband who excels at his studies and business ventures, that we are blessed beyond all measure in so many things.
Oh, and thankful for some hot chili (mom's recipe)
And thankful for both of our sweet moms, who are headed down to help me pack this week while Jacob works on finals.
Help on packing? Now that's love.
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Also you have friends eagerly awaiting your return! Can't wait to see you soon. :)
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