We now have a beautiful oak floor in our living room! Of course we only have one true, comfortable chair, but the floor is awesome! Light streams in through the windows making the whole house seem brighter.
We spent the day moving dishes into the pine hutch we purchased in Germany 30 years ago. The hutch now contains Grandma Michael's china dinner service for 12 that I helped her pick out and Mike's Uncle Lyle's dinnerware for 8. We have enough space that we can actually use our family's dishes instead of storing them in boxes packed away in the attic, brought down only for special occasions. That means more handwashing and less use of the dishwasher, but Grandma Michael and Uncle Lyle didn't have dishwashers, either.
Mike once again put together the pine shelving unit that we also purchased in Germany. Each time we reconfigure the shelves and carefully unpack the books, pictures and photo albums (Remember when you had to send away film to be developed into pictures, and the excitement when you picked up the pictures?) I spend time with the memories:
- The books we read night after night to the boys: The Story of Ferdinand, Stella Luna, and several much-worn books by Dr. Seuss and Roald Dahl.
- Forgotten framed photos that we found in dusty boxes under the guestroom bed: Duncan as a 5-month old with a big smile and curling his toes, Nate with a big grin sitting in the grass when he was 4 months old, family photos from trips to Jamaica.
- Small glass and china cups with names of towns in Germany, Austria, the Caribbean, France, Canada, Mexico, and numerous places throughout the United States we've visited.
Moving is an opportunity to pull out the dusty boxes stacked in the basement and attic and find the treasures we lovingly packed away years ago.
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