Looking at the boxes still lingering in my home fills me with bit of apprehension. So much work held within each one.
And where I used to look at unpacking in a positive light, feeling like Christmas, wondering what treasures would be found in each box, this move has left me wanting. So many things broken, boxes mislabeled, items still missing.
I normally would enjoy putting my personal touch on our house, making it OUR home. I now wish I had a magical wand so it would just be finished.
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Forts, tables, hiding places...
My girls are seeing something far different that what my eyes focus on.
B can look at a box and see a spaceship or car.
"It's a cave," she tells me as she peeks her head out from underneath.
"What is it now?" I ask as she crawls in. "It's a bathtub Mommy," as if I should have known just by looking at it.
