Although the actual move was not one one of our better ones, the first week in the new house was definitely one of the best. We met wonderful neighbors, fell in love with the new house all over again, and spent every morning soaking in the beautiful views in the backyard. As tired as I was, though, it was impossible to get mad at the children when they woke me up very early EVERY morning with peals of laughter and squeals of delight from the back deck. They couldn't wait to get out the door -- still in their PJ's --- to explore the yard and scoop out the tree frogs from the very neglected hot tub.
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