My Team

My parents are having all of the carpet replaced on the first floor of their home.  Easter Sunday, when we were all together, they asked if we could help move furniture in preparation for the carpet-layers.  So, on Saturday morning, we headed to their house to move furniture.

When we arrived, my mom and dad had cleared out all kinds of knickknacks and small stuff so we wouldn't have to be bothered with it.  Mom had a little breakfast snack set out on the counter: muffins, grapes, and iced tea.

We moved furniture, toted dresser drawers upstairs and other items to the basement.  Soon the entire first floor (with the exception of the kitchen) was furniture-free.  With nine helpers, we had accomplished it in no time.  Then, my hubby asked if we should tear out the old carpet.  That way, my parents wouldn't have to pay the carpet-layers to do it.  So, away we went!  Three rooms.  Four guys cutting strips of carpet and rolling them up for the trash.  Three girls holding trash bags, and taking carpet out the door.  My mom and I taking turns scraping up carpet padding, and vacuuming as we went.  We were a force to be reckoned with.

Since this week was "Second Sunday," my hubby had the idea that we should host lunch at our house -- since we had just removed all of the furniture at Mom & Dad's.  So, everyone came here on Sunday.  But -- I didn't have to cook.  Mom had already prepared sloppy joes.  My sister brought dessert.  I made a salad.  You get the idea.  Again, we all did our part.

I've never been an athlete, or part of a sports team.  Nevertheless, I love and admire teamwork.  When I see a group of people work together to accomplish a goal, it moves me.  Really.

I am part of a team.  It's called FAMILY.