1) A surprise neighborhood breakfast. Our street has a first-day-of-school-tradition of breakfast on the lawn while we wait for the school bus. As a super sweet farewell, our neighbors held a send-off breakfast for our family in the same tradition. We were touched and delighted. Everybody enjoyed donuts and juice and then we took pictures of the kids in front of the giant yellow and green Mayflower truck.
2) Figuring out the man who was directing the stuff onto the moving truck was also the driver and truck owner and would be the same man meeting us in Denver to unload. I can’t believe how much this put me at ease. It was so nice to see the truck driving off knowing it was headed straight to our new house — and not to a holding station somewhere to be reloaded onto another truck.
3) Feeling at ease. The actual move day was pretty darn peaceful. My oldest 3 went to school. My younger two played at Laura’s house. My friend Megan dropped by while the truck was being loaded to say a last goodbye, and everything was so calm that we got to have a great, hour-long discussion about schools and college placement. How’s that for an elegant move?
4) As we drove away from our empty house and headed out to pick up our kids, our friend Linda brought by a half dozen giant cupcakes from Lulu’s. So decadent!
5) When we picked up our kids, the elementary school gave us a sweet send-off. Ralph, Maude and Olive’s teachers organized a combined recess for their 3 classes during the last hour of the day. They all cheered us as we climbed in the car and headed to the airport hotel.
Recorded here so I don’t forget.