The movers came last Sunday, with the weather at 8 degrees, and my Dad, brother, and cousin, we were able to get all our stuff in a few hours. There were lots of stuff, and I have a few boxes I am filling up to give away now. In the last month and a half or so, the kids have outgrown a few toys, utensils, and no more sippy cup or pacifier for Noah. The kids run around the house everyday, and I think we are all getting used to the idea that this is our home, and we will be here for a while. Daniel has been loving the time with his cousin, and Rachel keeps talking about painting her room pink. The house came with a little cat, Leena, and it is so fun to watch the kids with their first pet.
Now I find myself needing to stop and smell the roses. We are in a place that we have been hoping for a while for now, and I can't keep looking to the next project, or realistically be where we fully want to be for a while. And I am ok with that. The boxes will get put away, the walls will get painted, the snow will leave eventually, and we will still be here. I was blessed with help getting my kitchen together, Beau has been helping with the kids a lot, and it is a comfort to know my family is close. We got plugged in right away with a homeschooling community, and the kids are signed up for a co-op in March. It will be fun to see how all this stuff settles out, and a huge praise to be at this point right now. Time to be very thankful!