We got lots done this weekend, thanks to our parents.  Our moms have been alternating playing with their grandchildren and helping us pack boxes, and we appreciate both kinds of assistance so much.  Saturday was a full day of packing, and Sunday we attended Woodland Heights Baptist Church in Conway.  Aaron was a charter member of this church twenty-five years ago, and we were married there, as well.

Aaron played his cello for the offertory.  He is really enjoying playing again, and I'm really looking forward to joining him soon.  Several church members brought food for a potluck at lunch, and we had the opportunity to visit with some familiar faces and to meet some new faces, too.



One of our favorite things to share with churches is the BPPP (Bibleless People Prayer Project), and the cards fit beautifully in my mom's salad bowl she bought while in the Solomon Islands.  Sunday night, we we honored to share with this church family and stayed up late meeting new friends!



 This morning when I woke up and went on the porch to water flowers, I noticed that the roses are finally blooming.  In our triple digit heat, they've taken a beating, but this feisty little bush has one bloom and one bud.  What a gift here at the end of our time in this cute little old house.

My mom helped pack dishes and practiced blowing really big bubbles.  I never could catch the best bubbles with the camera, but her bubbles made the packing process a little bit more fun!





In the mess, Katherine found a little bottle of wedding bubbles, so she plopped down and had some fun in the midst of the boxes.



And Olivia decided she needed a little break and found a cozy spot in the back of the truck along with the things going back to my mom's house.  We can see the light at the end of the tunnel!  Just one more big day of packing, and many hands make light work.