|A filthy lie|
That said, the bulk of our move was completed yesterday. The only two casualties were two broken bowls. Given how things were seemingly tossed into the moving truck when the old house was loaded, this was nothing short of a miracle. Seriously.
And now we are unpacking. And unpacking. The number of boxed seemed to grow exponentially while they sat in storage. I suppose they had nothing else to do in the crates...anyway, while we've only been in the house for about a day, it's already coming together. The stunningly patient and mighty fine SML's vision of what the house could be is really happening. She is making this a home.
As we unpack, I look at this as another opportunity to start anew. This life is an amazing one. We are given chances each and every day to start over. This new
Turn us unto thee, O Lord, and we shall be turned; renew our days as of old.
The old days have been good ones. Those that lie ahead will be even better. Of that I am certain. I'm also certain that it's amazing to be home. Home is a good, good thing.