We welcomed the New Year by moving from the Briar House to Fox Hill.
Our neighbor/pediatrician and her family took the children for most of the night
while Mr. Nielson and I took load after load to our new unfinished home.
Mr. Nielson packed items while I cleaned the house. For the last time.
We both raced against the clock because we wanted to
ring in the new year together with our children.
When 10:00 came around we still hadn't cleaned out and
packed up the garage I was panicking.
The Little Nies wanted to be together, and so did I, but we were on a deadline
since the new owners (who I do not know) wanted to be in the next day.
When 11:46 rolled around Mr. Nielson and I dropped everything we were
doing and picked up the children.
{Lottie had long since fell asleep at my Mom's house}
We packed the children in the car and drove up to Fox Hill.
Mr. Nielson found a long piece of wood from the house construction and made a
platform for us to let off some fireworks.
We didn't even need a watch to tell what time it was, we saw hundreds
of fireworks in the city below. It was a sight I will never forget.
We let our fireworks off and drove the children home (Umi's)
where they were promptly put to bed.
Mr. Nielson and I continued to work until 3:00 a.m. in the frigid cold.
It was a New Years eve/day I will probably remember all my life.
It was actually quite memorable- as well as exhausting.
When I lay my head down next to Mr. Nielson that night on a blow-up
mattress on my parents living room floor,
I kept thinking how grateful I was for a healthy body.
I felt pain-- particularly in my hands, but proud of this body
that could move and lift and work- hard from sun up to sun down
over and over these past few weeks.
I am grateful that I can do hard things.
Happy New Year from our home to yours!
And then Lottie looked like this the whole rest of the day. It was awesome.
***Happy Birthday to brother JESSE!!!!***
