My family is in the process of buying a new house. The idea of packing up and moving all of our belongings and memories to a new home a mile away feels really daunting and a little sad. In the past weeks, I’ve busied myself with cleaning, donating, and selling. This past weekend, I listed two items on Facebook to try and get rid of. One was a couch from our basement, the other a large plastic playhouse from our yard. On Saturday morning, I announced to my husband, Arnauld, that someone was coming to pick up the couch. He went down to the basement to clear a space to get the couch out. However, when they people arrived to pick up the couch, I smacked my head. They arrived in a too small crossover vehicle. Hadn’t they read my post…the couch was 85 inches long!
My husband took the men down to the basement so they could see for themselves that their vehicle wasn’t going to cut it. We never heard from them again.
Tonight, we waited for another buyer to come and pick up the play house. When I saw an unfamiliar sedan drive past our house, I said to my husband, “I hope that isn’t Grace coming to get that big old house.”
Sure enough, a few moments later, Grace had turned around and pulled up in front of our house. As she got out of her car and examined the playhouse I had dragged from the backyard to the front yard, she said, “Wow. That’s big.”
I smiled. We weren’t having much luck with people’s visual spacial skills.
My husband said to Grace, “I don’t think that’s going to fit in your car.”
But Grace was determined. Her granddaughter was really excited about the house.
We tried but ultimately, it was clear that the car was not going to cut it.
I looked at my husband and then to my car. “Where do you live Grace?” I asked. When she announced that she lived in the next town over, I said, “I can put some of the pieces in my car and drive them over.”
Grace was ecstatic. As she went to close her car doors, I stole a quiet moment with Arnauld. “Sorry,” I said. “She seems really nice.” He didn’t respond but I knew he would help.
We worked together for the next for minutes, removing carseats and moving the pieces around like a puzzle. All of the pieces wouldn’t fit in my car either. Grace looked defeated. Until…Arnauld offered to deliver the house’s roof to her another day.
Grace looked surprised and grateful.
As I went inside to grab my keys and wallet to drive to Grace’s home to deliver the house, Arnauld simultaneously was gathering his own belongings. “I’ll go,” he said.
The world is full of good people. My husband is one of them. The world is also full of opportunities for us to step up to be good people. Tonight felt like one of those moments. Hopefully, we made some little girls happy and made it possible for a Grandmother to do something sweet for them. The added bonus is one more item checked off my list to get rid of…