Just a quick addendum to the kitchen container cleanup. This is a testimony to the fact that God cares about the small details as well as the big ones.
Saturday night I had offered to help serve at a wedding. So I put on some nice comfortable clothes (a loose white blouse and black crepe pants, plus my version of Tevas) and headed off to the wedding. Well, one of the perks we gained by moving to Georgia was being closer to the church building here than we were in Tooele (if you're LDS, you'll understand why that is an amazing gain). As the wedding was winding down, we realized we didn't have anything in which to pack all the extra food. I thought about all my nicely organized AND lidded food containers that my child and I had just put together sitting neatly in a cupboard at home. So, I hopped into my car, drove home, and was back before I was missed with a good size box of containers. (Of course, my knight in shining armor - Gordon - had to follow with grocery bags and boxes because I wasn't cognizant to remember to grab those while I was home.) Voila! We got all that food packed up and sent home in those containers. Yippee!!
You don't know how grateful I am that God wanted those containers for the wedding. I was really worried that it was some late "nesting" instinct and I'm not as adventurous as Mrs. Duggars.
