Happy happy birthday!

Happy birthday mom!

P.S. Thanks for letting us live in your house for the last five months. Love you!

Home!

I'm sitting on Sadie's crib mattress and drinking water out of a grape pop can at 4:30 in the morning. It's our first night in our new house and I thought I would sleep so soundly and feel so settled. Instead, I spent six hours laying in bed listening to Kaleif snore next to me. And listening to Sadie snore in her playpen. And thinking about paint colors, trim, refrigerators, living room art, and closets. I finally decided to give up. And what better to do at 4:30 than sit on a crib mattress, which is apparently made by Sealy (seems pretty fancy for a baby) and blog. Good thing the mattress is water resistant-- I just spilled pickle juice on it.

We've really been in transition for five months. Looking at houses. Waiting for other houses to go up for sale. Looking at the same houses. Trying to move a century old farmhouse (if we could've just found somewhere to put it). Looking at the same houses (for the third time). And finally. . . we decided to go with one of the first houses we looked at. In May. That's ok. I guess the journey was. . . interesting. And I sit here now in the living room, drinking water out of a grape pop can (the glasses are still packed) and thanking God my husband is a carpenter because I think this house really really needs him. So its not our dream house. But its ours. Our home.

Missing. . .

My uncle Jon passed away almost a month ago. He was a great man with a wonderful sense of humor who loved his family more than anything. Someone who I, and many others, will miss so much.

Please keep praying for his family.