A lot of people have posted their thoughts regarding Kaycee's news. I've been asked how I feel about it and to be honest, I just don't know. It's an awful lot to sort out. It still feels as though someone smacked me in the head with a board. Like the cartoon characters who take a big whap and the stars circle their heads with the bird chirping noise dubbed in for extra effect. Right now all I can say is that I love her. She knows that and that's the most important thing at this time - that she be lifted up by all of our love.
My body held out until the last box was hauled out the door... barely. When we were ready to pull away from the curb for the last time the neighbor came out with her little girl to say goodbye. I had to literally hold onto the trunk of my car to keep upright. I severely pulled muscles in the back of my leg yesterday and the rest of me is just plain worn out. The van is still packed completely full and will need unloaded at some point but it'll have to wait. There are tons of boxes to be unpacked but those will wait too. It was our hope that we'd be totally done by the weekend so we could just enjoy our new house. I don't think we could've worked any harder to make that happen but it didn't. Both of us are physically and mentally exhausted with still so much to do. At least we're finally done at the old place.
Sounds like we're about to get a thunderstorm again. Hope it's not a bad one because we couldn't get to the crawlspace if we had to.