My mom came for a visit this past weekend. I usually go to the Sonshine Music Festival put on by Youth For Christ (it totally rocks!), but this year, about a week ago, (after Rick and Kris left, to be exact) I decided that I have too much on my plate, and going to that would be the straw that breaks the camel's back. So, I invited my mom out. She helped me take care of the kids, clean the house, unpack Hanna's boxes, and she even babysat while Marc and I went on a short-but-sweet date. It was very nice to have her here.
We ordered furniture for some of the empty space in our house. It had to be done, but we still have more to go. I will download photos here when it comes. Marc is not sure he likes the color of the sofa. We'll see.
Our closet is very close to being finished. Then we will not have to live out of boxes anymore. It's getting old. To my siblings that are reading this, I don't know how mom and dad did it all those years ago. It must've worn on their nerves after a while. If a marriage can survive building a house, it can survive . . . period. It can survive.
It's late, I'll write more soon, hopefully.
Sunday, July 20, 2008
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