In signature Classy Chaos style, our moving truck broke down three times in-between Cleveland and Chicago. (Insert short story *here* - my husband and my brother, whom were trailing behind the truck, had to spend the night at a 24/7 truck stop in Mishawaka, Indiana because of mechanical problems. Ooff!) In my next life I would like to spare both my husband and my brother and fork over the extra cash for a more professional moving company.

Luckily for them, there was a gathering of family upon their arrival in Chicago. All eager to unload.

And unload, we did. Through the narrow hallways of a century home...

... through some old corners that were so tiny they nearly convinced the husband & I to sleep in separate twin beds for the rest of our married life but with enough push and shove our king sized bed inched itself up the tiny stairway, much thanks to the man power of our team. One by one we unloaded all our pocessions through our "new" old home.

Every. One. Helped out. It was our fourth move in twelve years and we never received this much help before.

Our new "old" home already feels like home.

A gazzilion thanks to all of our family members who are probably sleeping very well tonight. Thank you! Thank you! Thank you! I can barely keeps my eyes open tonight and can only imagine how tired you must feel. Par-tay in our house, next week! Our treat.