I packed my first box

Crazy, eh?

But going to my in-laws to help pack up closets a while ago (was it three weeks ago now? man time flies!) gave me the itch.

Perhaps I should back up. Rewind. Start from the beginning.

As most of you probably know, since most of you who read this (I'm assuming...) know us, my father-in-law is a minister. (hi dad). He has recently accepted a call to another church. And so, they move.

As most of you probably know, since most of you who read this (I'm assuming...) know us, my husband is studying to be a minister. (hi babe). In fact, he's already graduated. Our student visa's are going to expire in August. And so, we move.

Awhile ago I went to help my mom-in-law work on packing her closets. I won't go into details about her closets. She'd shoot me. ;) But let's just say it was a trip with three purposes.

1) To help mom pack her closets. Check.

2) To give Tim uninterupted time to write his thesis. Check.

3) To give me an adorable daughter-in-the-suitcase picture to post on my blog. Check.

But packing someone else's boxes made me want to ... pack!

So I did.

One box down.

174 to go. Ish. Possibly more.

Probably more. Hopefully less.