I’m sore. I’m tired. I’m sweaty. I’m anxious for this move to be over.
I’m going to bed.
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It has NOT been two years already! Unbelievable. I’m ecstatic for your beautiful family.
I didn’t know you were moving! I guess that’s what happens when Lori doesn’t call or write anymore.
Gorgeous house you will be moving into! WOW! If anyone toilet papers your home, it was our bishop.
~Ashley, your long lost friend.