All by myself

It is interesting being here all by myself. I no longer have a normal. Even when Greg comes home, it isn't normal. Normal is gone. I miss normal. I am trying to decided if I should take all of the kids and move into greg's apartment. That won't be normal ether though. it solves my missing Greg problem though. I sometimes wonder when there will be normal again. 3 months? 6 months?? Maybe even a year.....

Did I mention I miss Greg? I decided I was going to marry this guy a couple of weeks after meeting him. The third week I knew him I read his missionary journals. I know that when you are on you mission you are on a spiritual high, but when I read his journalsI felt like I could feel his dreams. I wanted the same things. And you can't help but think he is a HOTTIE in this picture. ( I like the skinny, spiritual, nerdy type)

Jorays much like hobbits

Several people have told me that this move is going to be an adventure. I believe them. And I am really excited about it 80% of the time. However there is that 20% of the time when it terrifies me- the Joray part. You see, Jorays are like hobbits. They don't do adventures; they might miss 2nd breakfast.

Greg leave today. This is the day that is starts. I am a little excited. A little sad. A little overwhelmed. I am looking forward to doing what I want to do and not having to agree with Greg on stuff. Like having a crazy schedule and living by it - I love schedules.

And I am also getting rid of the T.V. and Internet ( my Amish side). I am going to enjoy life without these things for a couple of months. I am excited.

I only have to do 4 and a half days with out Greg most of the time. I can do that.

Here we go.

Will they Remember ?

Greg was talking to Ali and Shadrach about their old bunk beds last night and they don't ever remember having bunk beds! How could they not remember their bunk beds?!?! It was only maybe 2 years ago. It has made me think a little.

Will they remember

all the hours spent dancing to music in the living room?

playing all day in the grassy field (grave yard)

walking to the library for story time

playing on Terri's front porch

cooking cookies in the kitchen

watching PBS cartoons in the sunroom under blankets

quiet time upstairs ( or not so quiet time as it often turns out now)

running and laughing in the indoor park

building dams at the sprinkler park

trying to stay awake driving home from the Children's Museum

eating dinner every night at our dining room table

playing with Hannah and Noah every week

driving every single car we own (over 100) in the kitchen while I try to make dinner

I hope they will remember.