Ingenious Sam

I came home one day (in Provo) wondering what all the blue tape marks on the floor were. Sam explained that he'd mapped out the container we were going to use to ship our stuff out to Virginia. He then measured and mapped out each major piece of furniture we were moving (which wasn't much--we didn't even have a couch and left the desk--but the container was only 6'x7'x8'), allowing us to see what space we'd have for everything else. I was pretty happy to have such a smart husband, and it eased my concerns about everything fitting. Though I was still a little unsure. . .
Sam was quite the Tetris-master fitting everything in. We filled it pretty much up to the very top. Apparently, we also went way over weight, but they didn't charge us extra. When the forklift operator was delivering it to our new apartment in Virginia, he commented on how heavy it was, took one look at me, and said, "What you got in here--baby stuff?" Here's the container when it was mostly emptied. (I promise it was much more impressive when it was full.)

We were grateful for a lot of help, both from our old ward and our new ward in moving all the boxes and furniture in and out of the container.