That's pretty much how I've felt lately. A little disconnected from reality. Moving has kinda sucked my life out slowly. Moving is hard. Changing things is hard. It really doesn't matter how excited you are, it just still ends up being plain ole hard.
I don't want to complain here, I'm so thankful for all the opportunities God has given my family. He has shown up in this hard season.
But more than that I think he grew me. He grew my life and world view a bit. I know it sounds silly, but when you are waiting and expecting God to show up, and he does, your eyes see things differently.
Brave. That's how I would sum up this move and gosh, that's pretty awesome.
We finally close on our house this week.
I can not wait. Whoever thought it was a good idea to stay with my parents temporarily was CRAZY!
I just do life differently. I raise my kids differently. And ya'll seriously, I need to lay on my couch for one whole day and not feel like I have to micromanage every single thing.
So here's to being brave. Doing the hard things. Raising babies how I want. Loving my family well.
I missed this little space of mine. It feels good to be back. Xoxo