Saturday, November 14, 2009

Moving Can Be Quite Moving


Saturday morning my husband and I will be helping our kids and grandkids move to a great new community. The schools are considerably better than where they lived before; the ward is good, and the area seems to be booming. Needless to say, I am really excited for them.

I'm also a little bit sad. Why? Because they happen to be leaving some of the best and most supportive friends imaginable. Over the past five years, their ward family has come through for them again and again and then some...from difficult pregnancy to NICU birth experience to Stevens Johnson syndrome to this very move and more. It looked like half the elder's quorum showed up not only to lift those bales, tote those barges, and load up the truck but to transport and unload the ungainly thing at its destination. What's more, they all managed to be cool and funny while accomplishing these tasks. It was neat to meet the same guys my son has enjoyed playing basketball with every Wednesday night, and I know he will miss them. They've made it pretty clear they're going to miss him, too.

I need to give a shout-out to my cute mom and stepfather for making chicken and shrimp gumbo from scratch and driving an hour and fifteen minutes to feed us all the epitome of delicious southern comfort food. I truly think they may have saved my life; I was freezing to death in here from having every door in the house open as the volunteers carried things out to the truck. It was pretty obvious that Great Grandma and Great Grandpa had just about done themselves in "doing for" us, and there was no doubt in my mind that nurturing their children is far more important to them than taking care of themselves. (Not that I wasn't already aware of that.) We love you guys!

Big day ahead, so I'd better turn in. I sure had fun with the birthday boy yesterday, although he was a little freaked out watching his room vanish one stick of furniture at a time. I have a feeling he's going to be pretty relieved to see it all reassembled in a different venue later tonight.

=)

7 comments:

Anonymous said...

Ahhh I wish that truck were parked in front of my house.

Moving is such an adventure.

They are lucky to have your help.

Unknown said...

I'll be thinking of your family today. Moves are so hard and wonderful at the same time. I think I should know....I've done it 36 times in my life.
There will be some sore muscles and tears but also excitement and that adrenalin will carry you all through.
Good luck with the move!
And I'd move for some homemade chicken and shrimp gumbo!

Darlene said...

I am feeling pretty sad for all the friends Matt and Heather will be leaving too. I am sure though that they will be seeing them from time to time since they won't be moving that far. I think it is about an hours drive (or forty five minutes for Matt) isn't it?

We were so glad to be able to help out a bit with the move and were happy to make one of Matt's favorite dishes. We did it just because of him. It is all all day job but worth the effort. I had never ever made Gumbo until Matt went on his mission to Louisiana and raved about the many Gumbo's he had eaten, so when I saw this recipe in my Good Housekeeping magazine I just had to try it. Whenever we have made it, it receives raves. If anyone wants the recipe, I will be happy to send it to them. Normally, it only takes a couple of hours to make it including the simmering, but since I doubled the recipe and had a few mishaps trying to find a pan that would hold it all and finally doing it in two pans, it did take a lot longer. I wouldn't want to scare anyone away from trying it.

Katie Blacker said...

ah man, i don't envy you today. Moving is a pain in the you know what. They are lucky to have you! And it sounds like they are moving somewhere neat too.

Em said...

i have a love/hate relationship with moving...

karen said...

Moving is so bittersweet. It's sad to see the house you've become friends with so empty and kind of forlorn. You hope you sold it to someone nice who will love it like you did. And then the excitement of moving your things into a new environment, with all the decisions of what goes best where. Suddenly all of your things look brand new.

Anonymous said...

moving is traumatic. And now I'm very curious where they are going . My sister lives in San Diego...