Here We Are

You know the kind of frantic purse shaking you do when you're late and you can't find your keys in your bag? So you turn the whole purse upside down and you shake 'till the insides come out? And the cards and change and crumbs and keys are all in a heap on the floor? But you don't even care because you're in such a hurry and all that matters is YOU FOUND YOUR KEYS?

Well...

My life is the purse... Our home is the keys... And we are the heap. 

We've found the keys. We're here. We have a place to live. And everything else is a mess. The crumbs and fishy crackers and change and cards are everywhere... but we're here. We're here in California. Garrit is happy. The kids are happy. And I'm trying to sort the rest out. 

I wish I had a day to do nothing but write.  So much has happened since my last post; so many events and so many emotions. I think writing would help me sort it all out. 

But writing will have to wait... Because there is a baby to nurse and two babies to change and four little mouths to feed. And dishes to do and laundry to do and shopping to do and homework to do and lunches to pack and boxes to unpack and baths and hugs and kisses to give. And life to live. 

Sigh. 

It's been a hard move. But I'm hoping for the best.