September 5, 2007 | Mama Smith

moving day

The moving truck is parked. The unloading has begun. The remnants from our Philadelphian life are being carefully stacked along the walls of our new home here in Greenville. Boxes and boxes and boxes.

Matthew, Callie and my cousin, Charlie, are there now. Starting the massive job that will hopefully be completed with the help of more cousins this evening. I am back at our base camp, of the past week, waiting for the boys to wake from their naps and trying to rest my own sick body.

Brighton’s cold has refused to offer him any respite as the hacking and stuffy nose continue. And in the meantime, it also decided to hang out with me for awhile, in the form of a sore throat and raging headaches.

But relief has arrived on a train from Virginia. Callie showed up early yesterday morning and has jumped right in to the chaos, despite her lack of sleep and adjusting to a new time zone from CA. Washing dishes, juggling babies, forcing me to sleep. She’s the next best thing to having a mom around.

There is a light at the end of this long tunnel I feel we’ve been wading through over the past few weeks. I actually saw our bed in the truck last night. I saw our box of familiar bedding. And my box of “Open Me First” things – including our dearly missed french press and a pound of coffee from Highpoint that we were given by the owner as a going-away gift. The comforts of home are just a few hours away. Maybe I’ll actually be under my own covers this evening and waking up to our own french-pressed pot of Highpoint coffee tomorrow morning.