Drowning in boxes. No clue where half of our things are. Figuring out our new space (SO much space! It’s a culture shock going from 1000 square feet to 2500!) But it’s already feeling right. And it already is filled with so much love.
The start was rough, though. Guys, Thursday was “Moving Day,” and Wednesday at 8pm I came down with a very quick and sudden bout of STOMACH FLU. Not even joking. I could not keep ANYTHING down all night and into the next morning. It was awful. And so Thursday, I lay on the couch all day as my sweet husband and his brothers and parents came in and out of the house, moving all of our belongings from this house to the next. I felt so hopeless. Helpless. Miserable. And totally useless. It sucked. So much. BUT. They got it done. And Thursday night, we spent the first night in our new home. And Friday and Saturday were both also pretty bad, but each day I slowly felt better, and FINALLY on Sunday night, I was able to actually ENJOY our new home. Take it all in. Start organizing and making it feel like “home.” What a feeling!!!
I’m so grateful to our family for helping us out so much, selflessly. I’m so grateful to my husband for completely taking the reigns and doing it ALL with not much help from me. For taking Sophie to her little friend’s 3rd birthday party (yes, he’s the real MVP for that one) and to church on Sunday.
And of course, Sam has what I had now, and has been out all weekend as well, sweet boy. :( Praying Sophie and Zack are safe from this awful stomach bug!!
But still feeling really in awe of everything we have. This is OURS. It’s kind of a disaster right now, it’s a mess, life is chaotic…
But it’s our mess. It’s our chaos. It’s OUR disaster.
And we. Are. Home.