They have been little troopers about the move. The first time we visited the house we weren’t sure it was totally safe for the kids to be running through the house after us. So I asked them to sit and wait downstairs in the kitchen until we returned. They did and it was a smart call. (The floor upstairs in the study needs replacing badly.) A week later, we took some family with us to see the house for their first time. We were driving down the road on route when we heard Lula in the back seat telling her cousin, “You go down this road until you get to the house that is broken. That’s our new house!!”
She said it so sweetly too, with honesty (well it is a little broken) and pride.