Aside from a few scratches, most of our furniture made it to Houston safely. However, there was one casualty... the glass top on my craft table.
My craft table is very dear to me, for obvious reasons (how could I do all my sewing and crafting without a good craft table?), but most importantly, because Zach built it. Just for me. With his own two hands, and a lot of love. I'm relieved it was just the glass that broke; although a bit pricey, it's easy to replace.
Which brings me to a long overdue post about how my craft table came to be.