Today the kids worked to clean up the yard.
Daddy and Papa helped too.
Grandma and I finished the kitchen and made lunch.
We talked about getting together for John and Joshua’s birthday tomorrow.
I’m having a hard time finding words for this.
Still taking it all in.
Daddy led the way down the road.
By now the kids and I had stopped crying.
It came upon us the moment we all pulled away.
It’s gonna be alright kids.
It’s gonna be alright.
There’s a U-haul truck outside.
I’m at the point of sticking things in spaces now.
Just trying to make the most of what’s left.