It's even crazier how much can be packed into four months.
There are at least a dozen or two blog posts that could be written. Actually, I'm determined to get them written.
If there's anything this thing called adulthood has taught me, it's that each day is a roller coaster and there really are very, very, very few days that are either good days or bad days, weeks that are good weeks or bad weeks. It's all just a messy combination of joy and pain, hurt and happiness.
There is finding out that you need braces and mouth surgery.
There are birthdays and chocolate.
There is the incredible joy of holding a new little nephew after over a half dozen years of waiting and praying.
There is the sheer amazement of watching God provide miraculously so that you can experience the excitement of moving.
There is also the stress of moving.
There is the absolute stress and fear of facing the potential of being off work for months due to a hand/wrist injury that just will. not. heal.
There are baby snuggles and coos and smiles and tiny hands and feet.
There are the tears of gratitude when your family is there for you when your physical limitations cause you to need them so desperately.
There is the fun (and humiliation) of going downhill skiing for the first time.
There are Bible studies and devotionals that just hit spot on for right where you are at and boost your faith and keep you going.
There is laughing until you cry over the stupidest things
There is laundry and cleaning and cooking and errands and shoveling and dog poop scooping.
But really, it's all comes down to this: there is life.
And it's beautiful and ugly and messy and fun and painful and exciting and crazy and scary and full and really just a roller coaster of faith and trust and letting go and living in the moment.
Without the ugly, we wouldn't appreciate the beautiful.
Without the pain, we wouldn't know the depth of joy.
Without the scary, we wouldn't learn to trust.