Many Tanks

I want to be sentimental for a minute and thank all the people who helped make the move out of our house possible. We hate living in boxes so we wait until the last possible moment to pack and find the help of others to be invaluable. We had two different sets of missionaries help, one in the morning and one in the evening. Then there were the Young Men in our ward along with our leaders (moving is a great mutual activity). To help pack as well as move big heavy things were the Knickerbockers. Amanda worked with us on our kitchen and basically kept me company and motivated to do the dreaded task of packing.

And last but not least there was William Duresky (I think that is how it is spelled). He is an older guy from our ward who used to be Jason's home teaching companion. He said he wanted to help and I must admit I didn't know how much help he would be as he is older and has a hard time breathing. But he came in Wednesday morning and helped. Then in the early afternoon we took a break and saw a movie and he wanted to come back after that. Naturally we didn't quite finish up that night (it always seems to take one more day than you think it will) and he wanted to come the next morning as well to finish up the packing and help clean. Not only was he there a lot, he was a really good packer. He would tie up the cords and keep hardware together when he took things apart. He didn't even need a lot of direction. Jason could point him in a direction and he just did what was needed. He was a great blessing to us and really made the move possible. I have been sufficiently chastised for judging someone based on appearances.