To most people packing up and moving entire houses is not a highlight, to say the least. But, last night I was reminded of a couple reasons why I love it.
I wish I had a picture to better describe the first one, but my words will have to do.
#1: I get to feel like Catherine Zeta-Jones in Entrapment.
Corey and Matt had packed the Budget Van within a foot or two from the ceiling and then they called me in for a special operation.
I got to crawl back in a hole and help pull the mattress over the corner that it was stuck on and then proceed to fill in the gaps with boxes they slid to me one at a time.
One day I will pass this opportunity on to my niece Hannah.
#2: I am reminded of one of the many reasons my husband is a blessing to my family.
Matt is one of the most patient and engineering minded people that one can find. My family... not so big on the patience and think through-it-ness when it comes to the practical; i.e. moving. (We are really good at the spiritual, emotional, and intellectual, but the practical...hmm)
Anyways, Matt first got instated in my family by helping to move me 6 times during our first year of being together. Then the real bonding came when he helped my Dad move a family in South Carolina in the middle of the summer. (I also got to be Catherine Zeta-Jones that time :)
And, just last night Matt and Corey were moving together. I am so thankful for my husband, his patience, his ability to bare with us in our frustrations, to bring humor and calmness to the some times so hectic and emotional Paxton family.
I believe that our family is growing in many ways and my husband is contributing to our growth. Its cool how God brings people together in new ways.