We are still alive, even though we resemble headless chickens more than humans at this point.
There have been hugs, tears, emotional breakdowns, laughter, giddy excitement, more tears, lots of receiving (on our part), packing, cleaning, sorting, feeling overwhelmed, giving up, pushing through, etc, etc. We are almost there!
A few pictures of our Crazy:
Messes and drills.
(Why do we have so many drills? Is this normal?)
Constant disarray: laundry drying, husband painting, me sorting (and taking pictures)…
Lists, lists everywhere!
(Oh looky! I spy a drill!)
My mother, scrubbing, polishing, and washing our house into a glorious state of cleanliness.
Don’t forget to clean the chimney! (And a million other last minute projects.)
We’re giving the kids framed pictures of them with friends and family to take along.
My mother framed these for me.
When I saw them, the picture on the right in particular, I cried.
We’re going to miss people so much.
(Okay, I’ll stop saying that now.)
Early morning coffee mess-up.
I measured my grounds into the press and then lifted the press up…
only to leave the pile of grounds on the table.
I had forgotten to put the bottom on the press!
I announced to the world that I was an ass,
and then in Sunday school the scripture was about Balaam and his ass
so it all felt rather providential.
Our commissioning. I did not cry for the entire service!
I owe my composure to the song leader because she lead all new songs—so thank you, Nancy!
(But then I cried the rest of the morning, but oh well.)
My older son, getting ready to enter the portal.
Because that’s the only way to get to Guatemala…but you already knew that, right?