The back deck is stacked high with boxes waiting to be broken down. One shower curtain is up and functional and serving the five of us well (and the three extra teens we had sleeping over last night before Kenzie headed out to another mission project today.) We dine on paper plates piled high with yummy food from faithful friends and polish it off with brownies delivered by sweet, new neighbors. Hammers fly and buzz saws scream in the basement chomping away at raw wood that will soon transform into bedrooms for two eager (and somewhat patient) teens. In the mean time, three kids share one bedroom, just like in the olden days. They were 2, 5 and 9 then. Now they are 17, 13 and 10!  Our garage resembles a cardboard and Rubbermaid rubix cube. Can’t get to that from here. Must shuffle. And climb. And hope.

And I am exhausted!

But we are in and making headway.

Todd goes back to work tonight. Our second son leaves for his turn at camp in the morning. Kenz won’t be back til week’s end. Mitch and I will keep unpacking.

Boxes, boxes, everywhere.

57….58…..59.

Sweet cardboard blessings,

Karen