Last Saturday, we spent most of the day by the pool.
It was a nice distraction from our hustle and bustle of moving and packing.
This week will be emotional and busy and crazy
and exciting all at the same time.
I keep telling myself over and over again: as long as I have my husband and my
children, I am home. So it doesn't matter where I go or where we are.
Last night after a delicious Sunday dinner at Fox Hill,
and good conversation with my parents and a few siblings; we all
knelt down in my living room, and my Dad prayed.
I felt emotional and cried through the whole prayer.
Listening to my Dad plead to God to uplift, sustain,
and carry us through this next week as we prepare to move
was beautiful.
I am so thankful for the support from family, friends,
and even strangers I don't know. It's amazing.
Thank you, thank you so much.
