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My girl was testing boundaries today.  She found at least 3 reasons to leave her room during resting time.  I just went in to tell her that rest time was over and  she could come out of her room to play and there she laid, curled in ball, sleeping so pretty, that I couldn't take my eyes off of her.

I think that every spring time since she was able to walk I have pictures of her like this.  Where she is moving so fast that no matter how quickly I click the button on my camera, I still can't catch her.  These are my favorite pictures.  I'll always know exactly what she was doing.
She was dancing.
She was spinning.
She was laughing.
I loved today.  We didn't do anything fancy.  I taught a little school, but mostly I just watched them play together.

I watched the sunshine dance through Maggie's curls while she loved her baby and told Libby that the rainbow colored rattle snake she work diligently to draw was just amazing.

 I marveled at those baby legs that aren't so baby anymore and like all mothers I know, I wondered, where has the time gone?

This past weekend I started to sift through our life that is rapidly approaching the time that it will be packed up and moved to a new life, in a new house, in a new town.  Last week the mere thought of it sent me into an intense sense of panic.  So Saturday, as I sifted, I cried.  I cried when I peered out the window and saw my Little looking for flowers.  I cried when I tried to find a preschool near our new house (we are thinking of sending Libs next year since we will have our baby with us and I think I know my limits). I cried when I thought about this house being our old house, and finally when I cried for a fourth time my husband asked me to stop doing things that made me cry.  

 So I did.  I went outside and enjoyed the afternoon and evening with my family.  My favorite thing to do.  I also decided that my pregnancy hormones are raging out of control.

 I think that this move has the potential to send me spinning.  I don't  know which way to turn next.   Should I pack, should I purge, should I save things just in case I need them one day?  I don't actually know the right answer.  Sometimes I wish we were there and settled already, and sometimes I wish we could stay here forever.

Things have actually fallen into place incredibly smooth considering how stressful moving can be. It seems like there might be a bigger reason why we are supposed to be in this new place.  I don't know what it is, but I know that God will reveal it to us in His time.  He provided the job, He is providing a buyer for our house here, and He provided a house for us there. 

  Kevin was headed out of town last week and as he left, he said to me when you get a free moment look for a house for us to rent.  I had poured over housing sites for days and I almost memorized the ones that would work for our family.  Through all of this Kev has had fleeting dreams of "wouldn't it be great if we could live near the beach and really take advantage of living close to the water again."  Sure that would be great, I even said I was willing to downsize if it meant we could be in walking distance of the beach.  I was doubting though, because the reality is that anything close to the beach is way out of our price range and any rentals I found were only available for a weekly vacation rate.

 There was this moment though, when I thought wouldn't it be cool God was planning on blessing us again, and somewhere there is a beach cottage with our name on it.  As fast as I thought it, I dismissed it.
 Can you see where this is going?  Even though I thought I had view every house in Virginia Beach that was up for rent in May, last Monday one that I had never seen before popped up in my search.  It was was blue, it looked like a cottage, it was charming.  When I looked on the map I thought "my goodness that looks close to the water.. "

It's true.  God is blessing us with a cottage near the beach.  In fact we can see the beach from the end of our road.  We can walk there.  We can walk to a local restaurant.  Our new neighbor invited us to fish off of her pier   I keep wondering if all of this is real.

 The house has some quirks, but so do we.  I think it will be a perfect match.  I'll find a way to downsize or to rearrange so that the important stuff fits.  We'll save a little corner for my sister's cradle so that Tiniest Jones will feel like we've been waiting for him all along.

We'll buy stock in Coppertone sunblock and purchase a bigger beach bag.  

 We'll hold tight to each other and pretend like this is our own little adventure.

We'll thank God everyday because we know that we are undeserving of these blessing.

I have my own big dreams of keeping this blog up on a 3 posts a week basis, but with all this lovely change in our life I feel like that dream is still a far way off.  Maybe once we are settled in at Chicks Beach, I'll post weekly beach photos or something like that.  

Until that day comes,

Grace and Peace

xoxo