Hidden Joy
I've busted my #$% the past three days. I thought that moving would be easy since we used movers on the big stuff, friends helped with the little stuff, and because we planned it out so well. I kid myself.

Today, after Tori whined and begged for two hours, I quit unboxing stuff and putting stuff together (ie: cussing and throwing tools) long enough to take her to the park in our new neighborhood. She ran and played and I finally stopped to stare at the mountains and be thankful for this new place we call home. Ahh to be more like Tori.