First of all, thank you, lovely ladies, for your fantastic responses to my last post. You've given me a lot to think about and I'm glad to know each and every one of you. Your insights always enlighten me. I'll respond to each of you in the next post, because your comments have led me to think about new things and I'd like to continue the discussion.
Second of all, I'm apologizing once again for my irregular posting. I've been in the midst of the biggest homemade workout ever--moving furniture and packing boxes.
Yep. We're moving.
This is a decision that's been a long time in coming and has actually been influenced by this blog and a variety of other factors that have led us to follow our hearts. We've always wanted to live in Texas, and the poll we ran opened our eyes and changed our thinking. We decided that now is the time to do it, and it feels RIGHT. So here we go!
Mat flew out to Dallas a couple of weeks ago to interview with LDS Family Services. They want him to work for them, they'll hire him as soon as he gets out there, but it's part-time work and not enough pay to move out for. So after crunching a LOT of numbers, we've determined that we can send Mat out to Dallas at the end of this week to spend two weeks job hunting/working. He'll fly out and join us at the end of the month as we drive out to the DFW Metroplex. It's a real step into the dark for us, and the thought of being apart for two weeks is not one I like to dwell on, but the whole plan feels right. We feel calm, we feel right, and we're moving forward in faith. We'd appreciate prayers on our behalf, of course, especially that Mat will be able to find work quickly.
So that's the plan. Life is exhausting right now, as I try to maintain a normal routine for the kids, sell off our biggest furniture online, and pack pack pack. I hate packing. If you don't see a new post in a while, please just assume that I'm mentally cussing at the moving tape that's gotten caught on itself in the dispenser AGAIN or debating between having the kids "help" me clean or popping in Toy Story for the 50th time to keep them entertained and out of harm's way. Wish us luck!
Mat on the floor reading a bedtime story to the kids. They thought it was fun.Mat's fine, by the way--his face just likes to turn red sometimes.
