We’ve been in Denver for about a week and a half, and the constant blur of motion that’s surrounded us for the past two months is starting slow. Details are starting to come into focus. For the first time in weeks, I feel like I can breathe.
While I’m breathing, I feel I should give a shout out to all of you who helped reduce the move from near-impossible to a merely Herculean effort: Our neighbor Dwight, without who I could have never got the new screen door installed; my brother- and sister-in-law, who helped with a mind-blowing quantity of last-minute packing, truck-loading, an mechanical fixes; Grandma and Grandpa who took the girls to the farm for two weeks while we packed and moved, then brought them out to our new digs 900 miles away; and a special thanks to my wife’s uncle who, accompanied by his wife, drove the 24-foot U-Haul (towing one of our cars) while we drove in the other car. The two-day drive went as well as we could have wished for, but still… It’s a long haul, and it would have been murder to do it by ourselves.
Thank you!
