Laura came to hang out with us just a few days before we moved, and boy did it fill my heart. Can you tell in the pic below we couldn't hold back the tears when she had to leave?It's amazing how blessed we are to live sooo close to our families that we cry to think of going 11 weeks without seeing them. How do missionaries do this? Or military families?
Not that I have to be, but I haven't been giving details on here of how hard this time in Aspen has been. Don't get me wrong...it's been really good too. And I am the type to not want to talk about the poo and just focus on the positive. But in that sometimes we don't talk about what God is doing.
We were super excited to come here. We needed a break from all the hubbub of life, and Blake's crazy job. We needed time alone. And then BOOM. We got here only to find the unexpected. Smaller apartment + bigger family = stepping on each other. The kids sleeping schedules are all out of whack, so no one naps at the same time= mama doesn't get a break (was not the case last year). Then there's the, "We cannot run and jump and scream. We live in an apartment now." Try telling that to 4 kids 5 and under. Right-o. Not.getting.through.
I am not sure if this is harder because I know Atlanta is following where we will be away from our family for even longer? Or that dressing 4 kids in coats, hats, gloves, boots and snow bibs everyday and buckling them in the car to go somewhere is a bit much?
Regardless of why, I know there is a reason. I don't want to be one of those moms that just prays to get through the day. I don't want to be a nagging mom either. I HATE having to constantly tell them to "turn it down a notch". I want to LOVE each day and live it to it's fullest. But there are many days I am breathing deep and praying that God give me patience for these tender hearts. I know God is teaching me great things and Blake and I are constantly choosing to focus on the sweet blessings of being here. So many times in a day we just look at each other and laugh. We've had some pretty crazy moments.
Finding these pictures reminded me of how hard it was to leave even though we were so excited and had no idea of the challenges ahead. Sorry for the heavy post...but WAY too many people have commented on my attitude. I cannot lie and say this has been easy. But I know that I have the choice of making it wonderful. So I am choosing to focus on the blessings of this time.
(If I keep saying that over and over again in my head I will get it...right?) Three sleepies til Gigi gets here.