This must be random because I’m afraid that’s all I’ve got right now. I am truly all over the place.
And I’m speckling this post with the photos to prove it.
I’ve had a really hard couple o’ weeks. Losing my sweet girl was awful, no way around it. But the nightmare of her death was made even worse by the week before – when every. single. one. of my kids got sick.
My laptop died and ugly death.
And my washing machine decided to follow suit.
P.S. What happens to a laundry room with this many people producing laundry and no washer is not pretty. Not pretty at all.
I am so ready to move, y’all. Have loved, loved, LOVED living here. Seriously, have thanked the Lord just about daily for the blessings we’ve experienced here.
But – as God so sweetly does – He’s breaking us of this place we have loved so much. It’s time to go.
Packers come on Monday and will be here through Wednesday when they pull out with all our earthly possessions packed into an 18-wheeler.
We’ll be not-too-far behind them with our crew – a caravan of my man driving the ponies followed by me and all the young uns. Screaming and asking “When will we be there?” every 3.698 minutes, no doubt.
“Our” arrival mainly meaning the ponies. The house is move-in ready. But the property needed some tweaks to get ready for our big four-legged friends. Let’s just say, March 20th was our wedding anniversary and we celebrated by having a beautiful wood paddock put in right next to the creek.
Counting down the days until we begin the adventure that God has waiting for us in Alabama.
P.S. Thanks for the sweet emails and FB messages y’all have sent to check in on me. I am doing better – every day I feel a little less sad. And, in honor of my fog beginning to lift, I thought I’d share the above picture that Poppy drew. Of me.
She pretty much pegged me. Other than the thighs.
The good news is, since then I’ve showered and have managed to curtail the incessant crying.