So, when I found out we were moving to Ft. Lewis, WA I was both relieved (since it is still on the West Coast and close to some family) and anxious. I was anxious because my kids had the blessing of being able to be close to and get to know each and every one of their grandparents for the past 4 years. Definitely a blessing, but how would they fare moving away from the protection of all of them? Would there be fits of tears and tantrums for not getting to see them? These were the beginnings of my worries.
I also began to wonder how the whole moving process would go? Would Tre and Frankie cry the entire 26 hour drive? Would we get lost? What would our housing be like? Will the neighbors be nice? Well, there were only moments of crying, no more than any day. We didn't get lost. And we still have no idea about housing and neighbors as we are staying in an Extended Stay Hotel until housing on base is available.
|Gearing up for our long drive, 2:30a.m.|
|the Lord took us from the desert to this... thank you Jesus!!!|