I didn't take many pictures on the day we moved out of the old house. But here are the few. Bro. C. was the first to come, and he pulled the U-Haul in, since it was more than a one-person job. He also stayed (almost) the longest.
The kids got a kick out of running through the empty truck with Bro C's son.
This totally made my day! As I was walking out the door to get a couple boxes of donuts, a brother walked up the front walk with these. Here I was ready to give back to these brethren who came to help, and they just kept on giving to us. It was a small thing, but I teared up a little over it.
These are pretty much all the guys from the ward who were helping on the 'load up' end. They very effectively brought everything out of the house, then designated a couple of themselves to be in the truck. It all went so smoothly! I told Aaron that it seemed surreal that our house could get emptied of our lives in less than two hours. He reminded me that it took 6 weeks of planning and packing. I've only been back to the house once - it felt very empty.
By the time we were unloading, I had stashed my camera safely away, so I sadly did not get any pictures of those in our new ward who came to help, or of the house in shambles...that part isn't so bad, though.
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That was so nice that they brought breakfast! My guess is they were sad to see your family move. Don't you love when a big group of people helps you move? I always feel soooo grateful,just imagining how it would have been if no one had helped!
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