We made it!

Bran and I arrived in Moscow safe and sound around 7pm last night. Our welcome couldn't have been more wonderful - a bunch of his friends and their wives were there ready to help us unload. One couple even brought us dinner, and another brought us milk, eggs, and bacon for the next morning! God has so richly blessed us, and having such wonderful friends is a fantastic example of that. A longer post will be here soon, but just a quick update for now.

love you all!

Moving Day is almost here!

We pick up the 26' moving truck at 9am tomorrow morning, and will spend the rest of the day packing, packing, packing!!

Moving Day pictures will be posted soon.

Date at the Junk Yard

...not quite the most romantic thing ever, but I appreciate the ways my hubbie finds to spend time with me. The real kicker is that before heading to the junk yard to pick up a part he needed, we had to hit Home Depot to pick up some tools for him to fix a couch at the office... it was quite an exciting DIY day!

Lunch with the Ladies

Jen, Mom, and I had lunch at California Pizza Kitchen today, and it made me realize that as excited as I am about moving to Idaho, I am so going to miss being able to spend time with my mom and my sister together. Jen is going to be living in my basement in Idaho, so missing her isn't much of an option, but mom is another story. I look forward, however, to how sweet the times we will spend together will be. I cannot wait for our first vacation East, when we will both have so many stories to exchange and things to talk about.

Most girls get this "leaving home" experience when they go to college, but I never did. Since I went to St. John's (in Annapolis) I still pretty much lived at home, and could at least see my family whenever I wanted. This transition will be a difficult one, but I look forward to seeing the ways God uses it to bring us closer to Him.

Two posts in one day already

A deep-dish sit-down in a tub with scalding water is a pure joy.
John Steinbeck, Travels with Charley in Search of America

So I got sick during church today, and not just sore-throat icky feeling sick... throwing up in the bathroom during the sermon sick. Bran and I left early to prevent any communion yakking, and then I reinacted the scene again when we got back to the apartment, in my own bathroom. Not sure what's going on, but hopefully it will go away before the move.

In an attempt to get my mind of the nauseia, I took a bubble bath, and while I did so, I continued reading Steinbeck's Travels with Charley in Search of America. The quote above happened to be in the section I read while soaking... the timing was perfect.