Because I don't want to forget
I thought I'd take a quick minute to post about how things are going, in this new adventure we're on.
First off, I have to do my best to convince you all that it most certainly does not rain here every day of the week, all year long. It often rains during the middle of the night, but I think we've seen it rain (and it was more like a sprinkle) only once since Sunday. We've had 3 days of beautiful, sunny, partly cloudy weather and, like I said in one of my previous posts, you just cannot describe how beautiful the trees are during the fall months. It takes my breath away every time I drive through our neighborhood. We live in a private neighborhood, with a layout that was payed close attention to, so all the roads have trees lining them, and when they're all a different, beautiful fall color... it makes you want to sit and click picture after picture, all day long.
Anyway, enough about the weather.
Our moving truck arrived today! It was very exciting. I told the driver "you're like Santa, delivering all our gifts and I feel like a giddy 4 year old." He unfortunately misunderstood what I was saying and thought I was merely commenting on his facial hair he hadn't shaved since I saw him at our house in CA, loading. I think his wife clued him in though.
It was like having a family reunion of sorts. The same team that loaded our stuff on the CA end, unloaded our stuff on the WA end (with a couple new guys to help). Aside from being 100% impressed with the company that moved us, seeing them here made me feel like I was back home for a day. Then to see all our stuff on top of it... it was emotional, but in a good way.
I first felt very thankful (we have a lot of stuff and are in no need of more - not everyone has those luxuries), I'm thankful for silly things, like the Internet. Its pretty cool to log onto Facebook and it doesn't really matter where we are, we can still keep in touch with all the same people.
I'm thankful for the phone. Even though we can't see the faces of the people we love, we can hear their voices and pretend they're in the other room. I wonder when my family will get tired of my many calls and texts....
I'm so thankful for my kid's ages. I have a feeling if they were a bit older, this move would've been so much harder. Rachel is clueless to the distance we've come. She continually makes comments about calling Nana to see if she can "stop by" and she has made plans with her cousin Emma every day since we moved. Even though Emma is unaware of Rachel's invites, we hear them :) Ethan has said every day since we got here "I love it here in Washington and I don't want to be back in California.... but I do wish (insert all his cousins and good buddies, along with Papa and Nana's names) were here with us." He feels the same way I do.
Kara was absolutely thrilled and hysterical to watch when she saw the house being filled with all our things. She was suddenly very giggly, screeching, hugging her toys and blankets and clapping as things were brought in. I wish we captured it on video - it was so cute!
I'm thankful for a husband who understands that as happy as I am to follow him to the ends of the earth (and happier he hasn't really taken me to the "ends of the earth") he knows I am dealing with a lot of pain and emotion in leaving my family, church and friends. Jase has the gift of getting over it quickly and moving on. He has his friends that he misses a lot (this move was probably the first time I've seen him cry so much) but once we got here, he's been looking forward, while I keep wanting to stop every few minutes to look back. I'm thankful for a husband who knows his wife needs to stop and have a good cry, as Rachel calls it and knows that when I'm rambling on about how I'm feeling or what I'm thinking... its good therapy for me, to have him just listen. He helped me get the entire house out of boxes and set up in about 8 hours and didn't complain once! I love seeing him take the drill and pretend its a gun, to make Ethan laugh as he comes around corners. I love that he stops to change Kara's diapers when I'm not in the room (and haven't asked). I love that he makes me laugh out loud, even when I'm stressed and feeling like its all too much to handle. I love him. He's amazing.
So this post was more for me than you. Its for me to go look back at, when I'm having a "down day" and need encouragement and fresh reminders that GOD is always with me, no matter where I go.
And I know its late (early), but if it makes you feel better, sitting down to write this out, got me nice and tired for bed. So... mission accomplished.
First off, I have to do my best to convince you all that it most certainly does not rain here every day of the week, all year long. It often rains during the middle of the night, but I think we've seen it rain (and it was more like a sprinkle) only once since Sunday. We've had 3 days of beautiful, sunny, partly cloudy weather and, like I said in one of my previous posts, you just cannot describe how beautiful the trees are during the fall months. It takes my breath away every time I drive through our neighborhood. We live in a private neighborhood, with a layout that was payed close attention to, so all the roads have trees lining them, and when they're all a different, beautiful fall color... it makes you want to sit and click picture after picture, all day long.
Anyway, enough about the weather.
Our moving truck arrived today! It was very exciting. I told the driver "you're like Santa, delivering all our gifts and I feel like a giddy 4 year old." He unfortunately misunderstood what I was saying and thought I was merely commenting on his facial hair he hadn't shaved since I saw him at our house in CA, loading. I think his wife clued him in though.
It was like having a family reunion of sorts. The same team that loaded our stuff on the CA end, unloaded our stuff on the WA end (with a couple new guys to help). Aside from being 100% impressed with the company that moved us, seeing them here made me feel like I was back home for a day. Then to see all our stuff on top of it... it was emotional, but in a good way.
I first felt very thankful (we have a lot of stuff and are in no need of more - not everyone has those luxuries), I'm thankful for silly things, like the Internet. Its pretty cool to log onto Facebook and it doesn't really matter where we are, we can still keep in touch with all the same people.
I'm thankful for the phone. Even though we can't see the faces of the people we love, we can hear their voices and pretend they're in the other room. I wonder when my family will get tired of my many calls and texts....
I'm so thankful for my kid's ages. I have a feeling if they were a bit older, this move would've been so much harder. Rachel is clueless to the distance we've come. She continually makes comments about calling Nana to see if she can "stop by" and she has made plans with her cousin Emma every day since we moved. Even though Emma is unaware of Rachel's invites, we hear them :) Ethan has said every day since we got here "I love it here in Washington and I don't want to be back in California.... but I do wish (insert all his cousins and good buddies, along with Papa and Nana's names) were here with us." He feels the same way I do.
Kara was absolutely thrilled and hysterical to watch when she saw the house being filled with all our things. She was suddenly very giggly, screeching, hugging her toys and blankets and clapping as things were brought in. I wish we captured it on video - it was so cute!
I'm thankful for a husband who understands that as happy as I am to follow him to the ends of the earth (and happier he hasn't really taken me to the "ends of the earth") he knows I am dealing with a lot of pain and emotion in leaving my family, church and friends. Jase has the gift of getting over it quickly and moving on. He has his friends that he misses a lot (this move was probably the first time I've seen him cry so much) but once we got here, he's been looking forward, while I keep wanting to stop every few minutes to look back. I'm thankful for a husband who knows his wife needs to stop and have a good cry, as Rachel calls it and knows that when I'm rambling on about how I'm feeling or what I'm thinking... its good therapy for me, to have him just listen. He helped me get the entire house out of boxes and set up in about 8 hours and didn't complain once! I love seeing him take the drill and pretend its a gun, to make Ethan laugh as he comes around corners. I love that he stops to change Kara's diapers when I'm not in the room (and haven't asked). I love that he makes me laugh out loud, even when I'm stressed and feeling like its all too much to handle. I love him. He's amazing.
So this post was more for me than you. Its for me to go look back at, when I'm having a "down day" and need encouragement and fresh reminders that GOD is always with me, no matter where I go.
And I know its late (early), but if it makes you feel better, sitting down to write this out, got me nice and tired for bed. So... mission accomplished.
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