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I'm getting really good at this moving thing.

I've done it 8 times in the last 4 years--once for me and the rest while helping my three kids.

Moving John to college 4 years ago
I don't know about you, but my parents never helped me haul my crap in and out of dorm rooms and apartments.

My kids not only get their parents' free help, but we load them up with housewares and furniture, too.

Moving John OUT of college, 4 years later
They really have it good.

And you know what?
It's awfully good for me, too.

All of this lifting and packing and scrubbing keeps me grateful.
Grateful I'm healthy and young enough to do it.
Happy our children even want us around.
Thrilled to have a reason to make so many purposeful road trips and spend quality time with each individual kid.

Taking a break mid-move on Nicole's bed, spray-tanned legs with
albino feet intact
My husband just moved our oldest son into his first, official apartment in Little Rock, where he's working in his first, official, full-time job after graduating college in May.

This life of ours is spinning by.

How do I keep from missing any more of it?


In the airport waiting to embark on post-graduation family vacation

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  1. I can't believe John has already graduated from college! I knew all the way back in first grade that he would turn into a wonderful young man - and he did! Good luck, John!

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    1. Judy, isn't it absolutely crazy how fast this is all going? It is really freaking me out a bit. But yes, he is an unbelievable young man--thanks to people like YOU.
      Can't tell you how much those Mt.Carmel years impacted our entire family--in the absolutely fantastic ways! xoxoxo

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