We’ve been anxiously awaiting a phone call the past couple of weeks. On Saturday it came while we were out with my grandfather. An hour later we watched this dumped in our driveway:
Though my parents used to have our wood delivered every year when I was growing up, this is the first big delivery L1 & I have had. It was so nice not to have to go somewhere, load it, bring it home, unload it, and stack it.
We still need to finish stacking it, but unlike when I was a kid, I enjoy doing it now. During stacking on Saturday L1 and I just kept smiling and hugging and whispering to each other how good our life is. It was even sweeter because L3 & L4 were stacking along with us, no complaints or bickering, just as excited for what the wood meant as we were. I hope we all feel as enthusiastic when our second load is delivered in December!