This may look like an ordinary box, but I assure you it is not.
This box, my friends, is the first box that I have packed. As in the first box I have had to pack because we are moving.
YES.It is true.
After almost ten years, we are leaving the only home my children have ever known.
We aren't making a nice and easy jump from one job to the next. Oh no, no, NO! That would be just too easy.
We are changing careers entirely. And because of this, Aric has to do some training. Six months to be exact.
Thankfully it is not in some tragic place like Missouri. God knew that if he was going to rip us out of our lovely life here in L.L. he would have to send us some place fantastic. Some place that I already know and love. Some place that I have dreamed to take my children. Some place where I will wear my Red Sox gear with great pride.
We are heading to Boston!
Aric leaves in May. I will go with him to get him settled, then I will stay here until the middle of June when the girls get out of school.
(Speaking of girls in school...Maya got straight A's again and Miss Edee got all A's and one B. So we celebrated with some frozen yogurt)
This fall we will announce where we will land but for now we are going to try not to kill each other while we finish our master bathroom...speaking of that lovely project, here is a sneak peak...
...and finish everything else that needs to be done to get our house on the market and sold. Aric and I have spent almost nine years making this house everything we ever wanted it to be. Our master bathroom was our last project...it's killing me!
Although this opportunity came rather quickly, the decision to go was easy to make. We knew that God's hand was in it and he has prepared us for the past year to make it. It is still very difficult to wrap our heads around what this means. Leaving behind a life that Aric and I spent ten years creating is heart breaking. We have family near by and friends that have become family all around us. Aric is leaving a twelve year career that he as worked hard in and made a name for himself, it does seem a little nuts.
Which is why I am so grateful for my faith. It has been tried and tested many times. Because of all those trials and tests I have gotten really good at communicating with God. I have been able to tune my ear and my heart so that I can hear the Holy Ghost speak to me. Once again miracles have been performed on our behalf, just another witness that we are on the path that we are supposed to be on. I have peace. Aric has peace. Even my children have had their own special experiences with the spirit that have witnessed to them that this is part of Heavenly Father's plan for our family.
So although there are moments, lots and lots of moments, where I feel like we are struggling to keep afloat as this crazy storm tosses us to and fro, somehow, some way I find a calm and strength that is beyond me. When I start to freak out I pray to remember the feelings I have felt and then the peace washes over me. The comfort comes and I am reminded of who is steering this ship and then, just like that, all is well.