...Or maybe only started.
Last evening I put Thomas' plow in the truck, locked the doors and drove from one house to another. Interesting though, the home is the same. One filled with love between family members, love that will still be shared with all of our family. Yes, the home is the same, just in a different location.
We were greatly blessed with help from priesthood brethren and sisters of the ward. Without whose help we could not have accomplished.
Bottom line, we are a richly blessed family.
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