My baby boy,

I’m exhausted, so this is going to be really short. Some of our household goods came today, but they couldn’t bring them all. It seems like none of the actual furniture came.

Two of the movers said they’ve been doing this for twenty-nine and twenty-seven years and this was the worst move they’ve ever seen. I’m going to be honest, it seems like a usual military move where things don’t make sense. They took every single thing apart, including things that didn’t need it. They put extra boxes and packing paper in a box. They just wrapped piles of children’s books in wrapping paper instead of putting them in a box and random parts are missing. I told them about Uncle Jim’s stained glass and hoping it would be okay. The head guy said, “judging by the rest of your stuff today, I don’t think you have a good chance getting them in one piece”.

I was putting up a lot of our pictures and things tonight and Lucas said, “you were right, mom, now that our stuff is here it feels like home”. Once our house is done looking like a complete wreck, I hope it does, too.

I love you more than anything, my sweet boy. Goodnight and sweet dreams.