Packing

Oh the fun of packing. Where did all this stuff come from?

Tonight as we backed out of the garage, Kyndal noticed her scooter leaning against the wall. The bags were full. There was just no way. I felt like a horrible parent. I tried to tell her that we all have to make sacrifices. Deep inside I felt really sad for her. I think she would really enjoy it. When we got home, she started moving stuff around from one trunk to another… trying to make room. She was so dedicated to getting the scooter in. It just wasn't going to happen. I explained our limited luggage and weight, but she wouldn't let it go. Sound like somebody else? Finally, I just couldn't take it anymore. She told me she would leave clothes and dolls behind. I had to find room for the scooter. We had already had enough crying today when we said good-bye to Angie's parents. Just so you know, the scooter is now wrapped in a jogging shirt in my suitcase.

Angie's parents drove over from Brownwood today to get our winter clothes. Instead of selling or giving them away, we thought we would keep them for our next return as it will probably be in the winter. It seemed like saying good-bye today was as hard today as it was the first time in June of 2006. After they left, we sat on our couch together and cried, prayed and hugged. I told Angie that I hated to feel so sad but felt fortunate that I had a reason to be sad. We love our families.