When I called my mom last night after the worst of the move was over, she said she was glad to know we were alive and kicking. I told her that I thought it was not so much "kicking" as "twitching" or perhaps plain 'ol muscle spasm.
The move actually went better than expected. I am very much impressed by how well our furniture suits this house. It looks like an entirely different place. When I brought Hannah and Caroline home from my friends house (where they had stayed most of the day), Hannah ran around the whole house screaming with glee and saying "I LOVE my new house!" and informing me of each and every item that had miraculously relocated itself here. She even told me the new cabin is "in her heart."
So I'm feeling quite good about this whole move. Much more to be done though, as we still have a TON of packing and storing and cleaning left to do at the old house. Not to mention the finishing touches here. I'll post some pictures of it all soon.
