Thanks Kid

We closed on our house this week and Matt and I have been filling boxes as quickly as our schedules allow. The other day Adam really, REALLY wanted to join the packing party. I put aside my Type A, task oriented, get it done personality and obliged him. Even though I kept telling myself to "relax and let him help" I found myself cringing every time he threw something in a box. The more he "helped" the more anxious I became about what was going inside my boxes. And then I looked over and saw this ...

I laughed. He giggled. And we resumed our packing feeling more lighthearted. Thanks kid.