We have a home. Two semis came Monday and one came yesterday. I'm sure the neighbors are wondering what we're filling up the house with.
We had 400 boxes delivered. FOUR HUNDRED BOXES! And we're missing 1,800 pounds of goods. A problem we're trying to resolve...
It's like dancing on the edge of a sword....painful but happy at the same time. I pull out a framed picture of Nicole followed by tears. I pull out two pictures of Quill the golden who died a month to the day after Nicole did - omg have I missed him. When I pulled Quill's seatbelt out, Gini the daschie visibly stiffened. I hug her. She walks off. I understand, she doesn't know where her best friend went.
I found some photo albums. One must stop and look. Nicole's vast collection of vintage costume jewelry is everywhere. Look, look! There's the chicken in the egg pin! Looking slows progress.
So does stopping to blog about it. =)
Mom deemed my collectio of stuff the living history museum after Nicole died. She is correct, I do have one. With the exception of couches and beds, I have the same furniture my children grew up with. It is good to see all of it again. We call the armoire Nicole kissed Smoochie Lips. Seeing the imprints of her lips is painful but oh so sweet... my father gave me his plaques - President's Club, Honeywell it says.
I show Andrew his Wee Color book he colored as a kid. He smiled big.
On we go.