EVERY night from our close date on, he would work all day and then come home, bathe and put our girls to bed, and then pack and head to the new house, unpack and come home around 10ish each night. He'd then wake up the following morning and do it all over again, never once saying anything but, "We do what we have to do." Each night I sung his praises to him and expressed my sincere appreciation, but I wished there was more I could do. (Scott HATES to move, mainly because he hates to pack and unpack! He took a great deal of arm twisting to get him to move in the first place.)
Our girls were off to Emmy and Sabba's for the night before the move. We went home, packed up the last few items, did a few drives over and unpacked a bit and went to bed for our last night at Pleasant Street.
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