Storms

Last weekend we moved. Officially. It was good for me and my children to see our house empty and hollowed out so that we can move on. For the last 2 weeks I've felt so temporary in my stark little white washed apartment. I've felt so temporary in fact that I haven't swept, vacuumed, or cleaned a toilet once since we got here. Knowing that my house full of our life was still just sitting there, calling us back. But it's over now. There's nowhere to go back to.

Here's the thing though-as we closed up the door to our storage unit and starting making the long drive back up to our apartment I was completely prepared to be seriously depressed. I expected the kids to whine and complain the whole way home because it was late and dark. I expected to feel frustrated that we never know what we're doing or where we're going. But Charlie fell asleep and the kids sang songs to each other until they fell asleep and John and I had a nice quiet talk all the way home. The Holy Ghost whispered to me that this is a perfect moment and it's time I start recognizing and enjoying those more.

What I am most grateful for today is my moms. My mom and my mother-in-law who gave up their week last week to fly to Indiana to help us with this move. We absolutely couldn't have done it without them. Well we probably could have, but they made it so much easier. They even came up to our new place for a few days to help us make it more comfortable here and to give our kids lots of hugs. I also kind of loved having the moms visiting together. It was a interesting change and they made a really funny pair.