We are moving next week. Packing and cleaning and sorting, oh my! So many things to remember. Did we call the let me fix that for you company? Did we schedule the window shiners and grout washers? Do we empty the freezer now or wait for a full moon? Do we really need all this stuff? It’s crazy fun and ferociously nerve racking.
Then there’s my husband. He says, “I scheduled the movers to come finish packing, load the truck, and unload at the new house. You just need to be your same beautiful self. I got this.”
Y’all, I love him.