Most of the past four weeks have been all about our move. More and more boxes to tape up. More and more boxes to label and color code. More and more … it felt like preparing for our move would never end. And then there was the actual move July 1st. Having a few celebrations squeezed into the ruckus was a much-needed reprieve. Laughter, company and dessert is the best remedy for times like this. We had a middle school graduation, twins’ 11th birthday, and father’s day to celebrate. Thank goodness for celebrations, because packing is a pain in the ass. Strategically fitting all the odds and ends that one (ahem) accumulates requires some serious Tetris skills and patience. For those of you who move often, I feel for you.