At any rate, I've given a lot of thought about where I want to go with this blog over the past couple of days. I want this to be a place where I share real things and real feelings. My life it definitely not that of a fairy tale. It's so much more and better and harder and deeper and happier and sadder and all emotions combined.
For starters, we are moving. This is strange, because next to our time in college, we have lived her the longest: 5 years this August. We love Katy. We feel at home here and have friends that are like family. I can honestly say that there are at least three and maybe four friends that I will call family for the rest of my being. They have known me at my worst places and yet, they have chosen to love me and accept me.
When we came here, Ryan didn't receive any promptings. In fact, he almost felt swayed that we should stay in Dallas. However, my promptings were too strong. I knew that we were supposed to come here. While I don't know all of the reasons we needed to live here, I do recognize a few.
Lesson #1: Missionary Work--we have met too many friends and people that we have shared the Gospel with to not believe this was one of the reasons of our coming. From our neighbor knocking on the door just weeks after our arrival to "hear our feelings about his addiction to coffee" to late night chats at coaching school about eternal marriage and prayer and the Book of Mormon, we have seen His hand directing our time here.
Lesson #2: Struggling--I'm not certain that we have ever struggled so much, since our moving here. The week before we moved here, with Ryan already gone to Houston for work reasons, the water pump and something else broke in our van. I was huge pregnant without transportation, since all of our money was tied up in our move. On top of that, David had molescom everywhere and because we treated it, he had open sores all over his body. Then, Saturday night, just 6 1/2 days before our departure, Matthew broke his elbow. We found out that Tuesday that he needed surgery on said elbow. I borrowed a car, packed bags, and we stayed the night in the hospital. My friends came to the rescue, keeping David, Fed Exing my power of attorney for our house closing, and my relief society president lent me her car. We saw so many miracles transpire, but I can tell you that it was not an easy time. Additionally, I was HUGE pregnant with Ethan and upon our arrival in Houston, my right breast turned completely purple and black, and became excruciatingly painful and tender. The doctors questioned whether or not I might have breast cancer, given my family's history. However, because I had both kids with me for the tests, no one would do the necessary tests to determine results. Thus, I had to drive back to Dallas to get the necessary testing.
Really, looking back, that was extremely stressful; however, that did not hold a candle to the next year, 2010. Then, 2011 rolled around and proved MUCH harder, and of course, last year, 2013, just about broke me.
Our family has grown a great deal since our moving here. We have learned to rely on the Lord and learned what our knees are for. We've struggled silently and very vocally. We've learned what true faith is.
I'm ever grateful for our time here, but I know that our move to Spokane is needed. I know that living near family will help stabilize our boys. I think they will learn how to get along better. I'm so excited to live near my parents. I cannot wait to explore the out doors there with the mountains--to fish, to hike, and to camp. My kids are going to get to build snowmen and go sledding. I long for the seasons. It is going to be wonderful to take my mother soup when she is sick. I will get to help my dad with bedding around his yard or call him to work on repairs with Ryan. I am so excited for this change!
Here's to a great 2014 full of changes!!
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