Wednesday, October 14, 2009

Moving


So.... We are moving. I never really thought it would happen, but apparently it is (I think it kind of hit me after I realized that 3/4 of our stuff is now in boxes). Our destination is Idaho-- Boise area, to be specific. We leave in a week. Joe is happy. He's wanted to live there since before we got married. After getting laid off and not being able to find a job here in Phoenix, he found one there quite quickly. Maybe it's where we are supposed to be? He thinks so. I always thought my boys would be Arizona boys.... not potato farm boys.... I am sad. I'm leaving my family and everything I've ever known behind. I'm leaving my beloved heat, which Joe refers to as Hell (just as I refer to Idaho as "Hell frozen over"). I can no longer wear flip-flops year-round. I can't call Mom up at a few hours notice to watch my kids for an hour or two. I won't be around when my sister starts Junior High and High School and starts dating boys that I won't meet to be able to approve of. I'm leaving behind a nephew and a niece, as well, who've I've watched grow and mature since their births. We'll be totally on our own, without my parents to help us (not financially, but in many other ways), and without the comfort of knowing they're right there when we need them. My kids will rarely see their grandparents. I'm sad.
BUT... maybe this is the Lord's plan for me and my family. I must put aside my sadness and feelings of negativity. My husband does have the right to receive inspiration for our family. Heavenly Father HAS blessed him with a job to support us. As much as I want to, I cannot know ahead of time what will happen there and why it is good for us. Maybe I will grow as a person, and my kids might be safer. Maybe we should be there to help someone else. I don't know the reason, but I must hold onto something, and thinking about these things makes me feel better about it all. I must sound like the hugest Daddy's Girl, as I know many, MANY people live far from their families, but I guess I never considered I might be one of them. To all of you who do live far from your families, you are strong, strong people. May I one day be like you.....

Monday, October 5, 2009

Pillow Fight

I recently gave Ethan a pillow in his crib, as I have finally gotten over my paranoia that he may suffocate (he is TWO, after all!). This is how I found him that night.... So close.... yet, so far....

At least his TOYS are comfortable!