a.k.a. The Day After Moving Day!
Sunday and yesterday were moving days for our older daughter Amy and her h... hus... husband.
Husband. There, I said it. Her husband Mark.
So, Lady Suzanne and I packed up a U-Haul and three vehicles and moved the new bride and groom to their first apartment just south of Indianapolis.
As we were packing and unpacking wedding gifts, I noticed several wall decorations and other items with one of Amy's favorite sayings.
So today's blog comes from a set of pillows with a profound message that we all can rest or weary heads upon:
Sir Bowie of "180 miles / about 3 hours 23 minutes away from our baby - not that we counted" of Greenbriar