This is My Life...

This is the basic gist of every day since Ryan left...

Purge - as in: throw away, give away. (Seriously, does no one else use this term any more? It means more than bulimics forcing themselves to puke... I constantly get strange looks/comments when I use this word.)

Pack - as in: box after box after box... Endlessly. (And it does feel endless!)

Stress - as in: try to avoid freaking out as much as possible. And try not to take frustrations and time crunch out on anyone (including myself)...

Ache - as in: feeling light-headed which makes me remember that I haven't stopped to eat lunch and it's nearly time for dinner... Synonymous with headaches. (I'm doing better, once I realized what was happening.)

Bag - as in: giving away bag after bag to Good Will and to Rumpke (recycle/trash collection company here). I think we are well on our way past 50 bags total... (Crystal and Becci - you would be proud!)

Realize - as in: Ray and Brett and the kids are helping me stop and breathe and realize that life is still good and there are still abundant blessings!

Blessings - as in: friends coming to help pack, getting back to a consistent family scripture reading time, seeing rooms emptying even though they don't look quite ready for truck loading day, piles of boxes in the playroom that are getting higher... And the first of the furniture we are not taking has been picked up - which means it is no longer in our house. (Yay!)

Also, there are letters from Elder DeGraw! His first week coincided with the training for new mission presidents, so he saw many multiple General Authorities (more than usual at the MTC). The Spirit is strong and he's doing well. His last letter said that since it was Wed again, he was no longer considered one of the new ones! There is now another new batch of missionaries...

And of course, the fewer days I have to finish packing also means fewer days until we are back together as a family!