And so it begins in earnest

Yesterday morning I received the roof certification and an email from our lender that the appraisal had come in without anything unusual. As I emailed Mike, I thought to myself: He is not going to rest until he finds boxes tonight. I was wrong. Kind of. He didn't make it until after work. He spent his lunch hour gathering boxes at the liquor store. And then on his way home he called to say, "When you hear the garage door, send the kids down to bring boxes up." And before dinner the three of them had packed up several more boxes.

I was gratified to hear Ben say, "Oh my Curious George book. I want to read it first." And Mike said, "No, put it in the box. You can read it later."

That's my child.