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A truck, some friends and a lot of sweat


Moving into a new place is never a truly fun experience. Especially when it’s a thousand degrees outside. But this time wasn’t so bad. We had everything planned out, the truck reserved and friends on stand by. It was the smoothest, most uneventful move I think I’ve ever had.

This is all we got out of them. They were done.

When Gary and I returned from our honeymoon his mom and oldest son had almost everything in the house packed up. That was helpful! We were able to pick up the key to the new house a day early so we decided to take as much small stuff as we could. That way the big moving day would be just that. One day. Luckily Gary’s house is in the same neighborhood as the new house. Just down the street actually. So we would load the cars up, drive 5 blocks and unload the cars. The kids were so excited about the new house they wanted to stay that night. The only problem was we didn’t have any furniture in the new house. That was all to be moved the next day after we pick up the truck and all our friends. I was really hoping to spend our very first night in the house all together as a family. My kids were at their dad’s house for the week and wouldn’t be home until Friday or Saturday. Well, I was the only one holding on to the sentimental idea so I was out numbered. We went ahead and hauled the mattresses over and slept on the floor. It turned out pretty fun actually. Except for waking up with a huge centipede thing crawling up my arm in the middle of the night. Oh my gosh…I get the shivers just thinking about it. It got flung somewhere towards the kitchen but apparently not far enough, since Gary woke to the same experience a little later. Which I found quite amusing! The next day we got all the furniture into the house after two trips. One from Gary’s house and one from my parents’ house. Then we worked our butts off for days and days to get everything settled. Thankfully I don’t work in the summer so I had time during the day to work on the house instead of only the evenings and weekends.

Can't. Take. The. Mess.

The kitchen was the first room unpacked. One reason was I couldn’t stand the mess and the second reason is this family loves to eat. And you can’t cook and eat with all the stuff you need to cook and eat packed up in boxes. I tackled one room at a time. And slowly but surely the house started coming together! It was becoming our home and it was beautiful!!! And comfortable. For the last year and half all our time spent together, which was all the time, was spent in Gary’s small house. Eight people squeezed into 1100 square feet. Don’t get me wrong, it wasn’t bad. But having 3000 square feet to spread out in was better awesome!! We had elbow room now. Everyone had their own space.

The kids transitioned almost seamlessly. We literally were together all the time before getting married so it wasn’t that different. We were just in one house now instead of two and didn’t have to say good-bye every night. I can remember telling the kids one day that we were going home and someone said “Which ‘home’? Home-home or Gary’s home?”. So it was really nice to just have one home instead of two.
I think it also helped that we began parenting the kids together. We didn’t get married, move into the house and say “I’m your step parent now. DO AS I SAY!!”. The kids already knew we expected them to

Now this is more like it!

listen to both us. A lot of the time we even handled discipline problems together as well so by the time we moved into the new house as a new blended family the kids were already accustomed to having a step parent. I understand that moving to a new home in a new neighborhood is a tough transition for all kids, even ones with a traditional family. So we still helped the kids along. We always made sure to keep them well informed and that they knew and understood our expectations. Some rules were the same, some were new. But they knew them all!

As much as I hate moving in the heat of the summer I wouldn’t have had it any other way. I had more time to unpack and arrange the house and I’m very thankful the kids didn’t have to adjust to a new house and a new school at the same time. Not to mention that I didn’t have to adjust to all that too!!


God put us right where He wanted us


I hate moving. Who doesn’t right? Well, those two guys in that truck might not but… I think they are the only ones. This time though, I was super excited about it. Not the work mind you but I could not wait to get into our new house. Our house. The one we got together. The story about how we got our house is definitely worth telling. It has God’s fingerprints all over it.

Gary and I had talked about getting married. There was never a question of ‘if’, only ‘when’. But there was no way that the eight of us were going to fit in Gary’s 1100 square foot, three bedroom rental. Me and my three were living with my parents in their modest sized three bedroom house so Gary and the boys coming to live with us was out of the question too. I can just imagine my parents’ reaction. Ha! Before getting married became a reality we had to find a new home that was suitable for a large family. We poked around on the internet a little but it was actually kind of overwhelming and we didn’t really know where to start. The house hunt became more of a time killer and not a serious inquisition.

Until the day Gary got a call from his sister. She told him that Natalie, her best friend who happened to be the Realtor for the neighborhood, found a house for us. Funny thing is, I had no idea who Natalie was. I didn’t even know this woman existed yet she was looking for a house for me. My mind was blown. But thankfully Gary did know her so he gave her a call and we checked the house out. She was right!! It was perfect for us~ two story, 5 bedroom, 4 bath, loft/living area upstairs, almost 3000 sq feet, three car garage. Kudos to the-women-I’d-never-met! I [we] fell in love with the house. We loved the floor plan. We loved the colors they had painted the walls. We loved the backyard. I tried so hard not to think about it and not get attached to it. We met the owners and they are the nicest people. It was just the two of them, and their cat and dog, living in that huge house! They had just bought it not even three months earlier and then received orders to go to Texas (he’s military, people aren’t just forcing other people to pack up and move against their will). They were sad about having to leave but also happy that Natalie had found someone so quickly to [possibly] take the house. They were also genuinely excited for us to find such a fitting house for our soon-to-be family. We had to wait to find out all the details, such as the amount of rent. That was pretty important. We sat down and went over our finances. We looked at our bills and figured out what they would be as a couple and how much we could afford together as rent. We came up with a number and decided that was the most we would be able to pay. If the rent ended up being less, then great, but it couldn’t be a penny more.

All my attempts to not think about it were in vain. All I could do was pray. I knew it wasn’t about what I wanted it was what His plan was for us. But oh my goodness did I want that house. That meant we could get married soon. It meant we could really be a family and not just a ‘part time’ one. I worded my prayers so that God knew I wanted His will for us but that He also knew I was begging Him for this house. What?? It wasn’t going to hurt to just flat our ask for it! Well, the prayers paid off. Rent was exactly the amount we had come up with. I was beyond thrilled!! Gary’s lease was up at the other house at the same time the new house was ready for us. Things were just falling right into place. Coincidence? I think not! It was as if God was showing us exactly what He wanted us to do. And somewhere in the middle of all of this Gary surprised me with the most romantic and sweet proposal!! We were planning a wedding (in only 4 months, EEK!) and a move. I didn’t know this level of happiness even existed.