In the immortal words of Rafiki the blue-keistered babboon:
"It is time."
Today I packed, tomorrow I finish up.
Tomorrow we rent the truck & load it, Saturday we pull out, headed to our next big adventure:
Riah's mom has an empty rental not too far from where she lives now on the other side of the mountains, with a garage and a plum tree and a fenced flat yard that'll be great for Abby's slip 'n slide. The kids are already signed up for swimming lessons at the local pool, and are pretty excited. It'll be a great landing pad until Hubby is accepted into nursing school...whenever and wherever that is.
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Now I will pack up everything that we've used and acquired over the last 2.5 months.
Later I will find that one purple, jewelled toddler sandal (I really, really hope).
Now I will get nearly everything in boxes so it can stack in the moving truck.
Later I will be glad that it fits & doesn't crush.
Now I will think about the task at hand.
Later I will think of the last seven and one third years and the amazing things I've learned from some of the most amazing women.
Now I will enjoy the goodbye parties and hugs.
Later I will more fully express my love and thanks.
Now I will blog lighthearted.
Later I will blog and cry. And cry and cry and cry. (I've gotten verklempt a few times, but no tears yet.)
Now I will be grateful for a gracious, accomodating landlord.
Later I will pay it forward.
Now I will step forward into the unknown.
Later I will look back with experience and wisdom.
Now I will trust in the Lord.
Later I will do it again.
And again and again and again.
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In the immortal words of my mortal father whenever it was time for us to get in the car...
"Saddle up!"
