29 December 2007

Busting

Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaagh. I just can't stand it anymore! I've got to tell someone. I'm way too excited.
It's also way too much work.
It also might not happen.

But it might!

We might be moving to Cal-ga-ry! We might be moving to Cal-ga-ry!
Yahoo! I mean, YEE HAAAAA!
I wonder what I'll look like in a cowboy hat? I wonder what Paul will look like in a cowboy hat?

We're trying to pack most of our stuff up and get it to a storage unit. It's hard work with our two, who want to hang out with us, instead of watch us pack boxes. It's an exercise in faith, too, to pack up a house in hopes of putting it on the market, before all the paperwork is signed, simply because we both agree and feel strongly led by a sense of knowing that is bigger than ourselves.
I'm going to get back to the task at hand: sorting out the play kitchen toys so that they all fit in the bin, with the lid closed.

So excited!