It seems as though life has been full of differentiating truth and feelings lately. From books I have been reading to my kids, to interviews I have listened to, to interactions with friends and siblings on the playground. All of these have been examples of how we need to tell ourselves the truth when we feel…
Moving Boxes
The truck finally came. We saw our memories and hospitality aids unpacked and placed on bare floors. It’s amazing what you forget you have in two months as well as what your kids grow out of in said time! We try and strategically fit our old stuff into our new home. We find out what was…
Power of Kindness
Our new home in Norfolk was built in the 1950’s ish and has wooden floors that are beautiful…and loud. As I tried to walk down the creaking stairs this morning, I attempted to do so quietly as it was 5am and I didn’t want to wake anyone up. I did really well in my socks until…
Adios!
Two more sleeps. That is all that we have left of Puerto Rico and our lives here. We are in the very guest house where this journey began. Fitting I think. It is Sunday and we had our last church service hours ago. Barrett was honored to give the sermon and Pastor Ronnie had us…
Boxes, Slides, and Buckets
This past Monday and Tuesday our material lives were taken apart, boxed, and put in crates by Jose, Jose, and yes…Jose. It’s amazing that no matter how much I clean, dust, and organize, the Jose to the third managed to tornado up what I missed. They were happy guys that gave us Latin stations for…