I have had a humbling lesson this week with our move. Our main reason for the move was to keep our family close, literally. Dan is loving his tiny, 15-min commute. But, I am learning what it really means to make my family my circle of support. As the boys and I finally made it to the grocery store yesterday, I realized that we were unknown in this area. (which feels odd since I have only been gone for 5 years) But, we wouldn't run in to any neighbor or see any familiar face while out, as we would have just a week ago. Yes, we will meet our neighbors and ward-members soon, but it was just like being in a place and looking in from the outside...
So, Josh and Jack are my little buddies. They have put up with A LOT this week, from juggling houses and bed times to unpacking boxes. I admire their ability to wake up each day as if the drama and frustration from the day before never happened. If only I could better myself in that area.
I really do have good boys. We have had some fun and silly times despite the piles of boxes and nights of unpacking/organizing that lie ahead. Josh has also been showing lots of maturity and knows he is the oldest. He has taken on the role of being the screen door holder for little-legged, and slower Jack every time we get to our "new home." (Josh won't call it just "home" yet)
We went to the zoo this morning, where they found their favorite attraction... on the way out! After toddling around the majority of the zoo, sharing an ice cream cone, and playing in the park, Josh and Jack completed the trip by playing in the water at the base of the black globe.
Animals, slides, ice cream, and water fun. We bought a season pass so we can do this perfect, all-around field trip more often!
I am blessed to be a mom, with boys who teach me a ton without using any particular language. Yes we have this new adventure in front of us, but we get to experience it together. My family really is my circle. I wouldn't have it any other way.
