Monday, January 9, 2017


There's something about the New Year that is so refreshing and motivating.  For many the New Year seems like the perfect opportunity to start over or make changes or finally set some goals to better their lives. To be honest, goals have always been something I've cringed at.  It's like my least favorite subject in Life, ya know?!  It's not that I never follow through with them or set goals too unattainable, which can be the downfall of positive goal setting.  I'm not even sure why I dislike it.  Something I'll have to keep working on I guess. ;)  A goal to be better at liking goal setting...

The going just keeps on going over here.  I'm feeling a little guilty for switching gears in my form of scrap booking.  I'm not ready to give up this little place of mine, and I don't plan to anytime soon.  Something needed simplifying and I found the perfect solution for keeping record of all my photos and family memories.  I'm not promoting anything but just clarifying why I'm not present as much anymore here.  I've found Chatbooks! (To which I found before they upped their prices! Yay!) I simply add my photos and a little description about the photo and (boom!) they turn it into a book! Simple, easy, and my boys love looking through them.  I love how clean and simple they look and I never feel guilty for taking too many pictures and having no safe place to put them.  The memories are already being cherished better and I like the idea of being 90 and not having to suddenly put together a life memoir that seems so daunting to suddenly remember your whole life right before you move on from it. Ha.

For now here's a little update on our little lives:

-->> The Family <<--

-Just doing that Florida thing.  It almost feels like a big stressful vacation.  We still have our normal routines and responsibilities but then we also feel like were in vacation mode with our beautiful surroundings.  We are still finding our new normal.  
-We went to Utah for most of December and came home right before Christmas.  My sister got married, my brother left on a mission, we soaked up all the cold air & snow, and we enjoyed some much needed family time. 
-Sand! Sand is everywhere.  I've come to terms that I'll have sand in my car until we move.
-We are really loving all the family time we have compared to being in school.  We spend a lot our evenings at the beach. We live 9 minutes from driveway to the ocean water.  And 2 minutes from driveway to the bay water.
-We love trying new places to eat and exploring where we live.

-->>  Sir Beckham <<--

-Age 3
-Also known as "Peaches!" (cause he's such a peach sometimes...) We figured calling him "Destructor" (which he still is) probably wasn't the most positive thing to ingrain in his brain. ;)
-We moved to Florida and he lost all his curly hair.  :(  I was so sad.  He is still as handsome as ever but we are missing his signature blonde curly hair.  The best was I never had to style it, it was just a messy curly mop on his head and I LOVED it!
-His eyes are turning more hazel then blue.
-He has really matured a lot that last month or so in communicating and really just moving on from the impulsive toddler stage to being a kid. It's really fun to see his personality coming through instead of his constant meltdowns and screams.
- All potty trained. He potty trained soooo fast and easy.  Which was a breath of fresh air compared to a lot of the other frustrations we've had in reaching certain milestones.
-Goes to "food school" once a week.  The doctors finally listened to me about his issues with eating instead of him just being a picky eater.   He has food therapy once a week and we've slowly been seeing progress in is desire to eat and try food.
-He loves "Duck & Goose" books, watching movies, jumping on the tramp, singing, having dance parties at the end credits of movies, and going to the beach!
-He is very sensitive and often gives me hugs during the day.  He will tell me he loves me and that I'm beautiful too.  Which just melts my heart.  He is going to make some girl VERY happy someday. Sweet boy.
-He graduated from nursery and church and had his first week as a Sunbeam in Primary!
-We joke that he has the personality of Dr. Jekyll and Mr. Hyde.  There's no happy medium.  He's either extremely sweet, happy, and funny or completely grumpy, mean, and angry!
-He is super clever and witty.  For example:
Me: "Beckham! Why are you out of bed?"
Sir Beckham: "Don't worry mom, I put the marshmallow bag away all by myself!"

We sure love you little B!

-->> P-man <<--

-Age 6
-Loving 1st grade!  He really thrives in a school setting.  He loves friends and he loves learning!  It's so fun to see his love for it, I hope he continues to keep that his whole life.
-He's really excelling at reading.  His favorite books to read are non-fiction.  He especially loves books about science and animals.
-Still a total goof ball.  But when he's serious he is so sweet and caring.  He notices the details and tries to make people happy.  In December, he had earned some money and wanted to take it to the store to buy something.  One of the Santa's was in the front of the store ringing the bell asking for donations.  Without hesitation and asked if he could donate some money.  He gave more then half of the money he had earned to the Santa.  He was beaming with the thought he had helped someone.
-Begged me for a buzz cut.  I told him after picture day he could get one... Ever! So he chose to get one after picture day ;). 
-  Had a great time playing on his soccer team this year! He even scored a goal and an assist!
-Loves to play with things that build.
-Loves making paper airplanes.
-Likes to draw and create things.
-Loves the beach.  He can boogie board and knee board behind the wave runner! He's still practicing at skim boarding.  He can balance and ride it but still trying to get the throwing part down!
-Still gives me a kiss and a hug before going to school! (I'll take it as long as I can get it!)  He will also come hug me during Sharing Time at church, he was super excited to have me give Sharing Time lessons. :)

We sure love you P-man!

-->> The Papa <<--

-Loving not having homework!
-Started running more now that the weather has cooled a bit.  Ran from our house to the beach! (Just over 7 miles!) I picked him up and we went to get donuts for breakfast. Ha.
-Working with the Young Men in our church and loving it.
-Bought a wave runner to try and "fit in" here.
-Seems to be immune from the mosquitoes.
-Leaves for SOS this Spring for 5 weeks.
-Continues to give everything to his little family.  

We sure love you Papa!

-->> The Mama <<--

-Chopped 8 inches off my hair.
-Loving the cooler weather.
-Trying desperately to adjust to the Florida heat and bugs.
-Enjoys the sunsets over the beach.
-Feeling like I'm finally getting organized with my house.  I purged 6 large garbage bags of stuff to donate after Christmas!
-Serving in the Primary at church and loving it!
-Started doing Yoga with Adriene at home.  I stumbled across it on You Tube one day when I wasn't in the mood to do cardio or strength workouts and fell in love with it.  I am not flexible in any way shape or form and my downward dog is knees bent and heels never touching but I have loved the way my body feels after.  It has been really rejuvenating for me.  Plus it helped my back after I injured it this past summer.  Brian teases me that I'm becoming a "Yogi"!

I've been feeling really good the last 6 weeks. I'm grateful for doctors and a loving Heavenly Father.  I have felt better the last 6 weeks then I have the last 3 years.  I hope it continues to progress and I'm grateful for each moment it does. I'm grateful for my little life and the people I get to live it with! Especially these little people.

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My in-laws gave me this painting and I will cherish it forever.  I know I can endure and enjoy this life with Christ.  He is my purpose.

"Wherefore, fear not even unto death; for in this world your joy is not full, but in me your joy is full."
(Doctrine and Covenants 101:36) 

with love,

Saturday, November 12, 2016

What is my purpose?

What is my purpose?
The nudging thought to "find a purpose" in all things has continued to fill every space of my mind.  I suppose having the opportunity to really analyze every choice and habit you make is a blessing. While it seems daunting to essentially build my very core existence back up from scratch I realize it's more about letting go of the things that did not make me better which fills me with hope.  Letting go of the things that would not allow me to reach my end goal as a daughter of God and the potential that it entails. Which really isn't an end goal but rather an ongoing realm of joy and purpose. 

I came across this article which changed my whole way of thinking.  As I have been searching for a purpose in why I grind through the daily routines of life I've continued to get more and more discouraged.  Certainly there is no possible way to achieve all that is on the "to-do" list of perfection as an imperfect human being.  

As new challenges have encircled my life I have once again found myself drowning in the deep dark hole of depression.   But how can this be, one might ask, after my certain life changing miracle that brought healing to my mind in a way that I could never doubt the existence of a loving Heavenly Father and a Savior who truly has the power to heal all wounds because of His every binding sacrifice made in Gethsemane so many years ago?  And yet through it all I feel that that experience only made me have greater faith in the challenges I face now.

I've pondered a lot on the story of Job in the Old Testament.   The Lord allows Satan to tempt and try him to his maximum capacity over and over to prove to Satan that Job will always remain pure and faithful.  After losing his family, friends, home, riches, health, and more Job never once shows anger to God. He turns his heart to God.  He proves faithful to God.  And God's faith in Job proves victorious. Later blessing Job beyond measure for passing his tests of life. 

I think perhaps when in the thick of heartache and affliction if we can remember this story of Job.  And turn our way of thinking, realizing that while yes we are being tested of our faith in God, but also that God is using His faith in us.   We are fighting this war together against the natural man and a path that will never lead to the fulfilling joy and purpose God knows we can have. Wants us to have. Works endlessly to provide a way for us to have it.   Surely His whole work is selfless and service to us as His children.   

While pondering on these thoughts and asking over and over the past few years "What is my purpose?"  I finally received an answer to a long awaited prayer.  

My purpose is Christ. 

My purpose is to come to know Christ.  Do all that I can do to immerse my self in His love and mercy.  And as I do so everything else will fall into place.  Everything else will have a purpose.  It's not about doing more to be more Christlike but rather about making my heart one with His and emulating His love and purpose in everything I do.  

This answer was so profound to me it brought me to my knees.  It filled me with so much hope that I knew the Lord had heard my plea all these years.  And line upon line I am learning to grow in His love.  While I've taken a huge leap into a path of the unknown and new ways of finding healing then before I have felt the power of Christ give me courage to take those steps.  While my immediate future is still uncertain and all we can do is wait, I have faith it will all be ok.  I feel the power of my faith bring calmness to my heart and patience to my ever so anxious soul in wanting to find answers and healing.  I trust in His plan for me and I've never been more certain of that in my life then I do now.  Which gives me hope that maybe I'm doing something right in this thing called life.

with love,

Wednesday, August 24, 2016

home and mud


Depression plunges you into a world where every little movement and thought becomes work. It's like your daily tasks and routine become motions of trudging through mud.  Each step gets heavier and deeper as you move forward.  Each action and decision is accompanied by the nudging thought of "what is the purpose?"

Why am I trudging through mud?
Surely there's another path I can take? 
Am I even on a path?

Experiencing such weight has opened my eyes to a much different view of life. Or rather I'd say sometimes its closed my eyes to how I used to view life.

It's created this discontentment within me.  Almost like I'm never satisfied. Not in an addiction kind of way but more of a something is missing from my life kind of way.  It's as if I'm grieving what's been lost.  But I can't quite put my finger on what's been lost. Until recently.

I was reminded of this simple truth while listening to the young children at church:
 "...Once in heaven I was spirit, but I left my home at birth..." 

There's nothing quite like being in the comfort of your own home. A place you can relax, unwind, and put your feet on the couch without feeling like your overstepping your boundaries when in someone else's home.  Though some homes offer this type of feel even when not your own, there is still a different feeling when in your realm of comfort. A place where you can fully rest.

Life is so hard, darn it.  And hard doesn't mean all bad. I mean the good, the boring, the exhilarating, and the bad, life is just this roller coaster of hard and exhausting. Good grief. I do not profess to speak for everyone but I can surely imagine many think the same thing.

And no matter how hard I try I can't quite seem to find the true comfort of my own home. Not only does my physical body not go a day without some sort of pain but my heart also feels this tugging that there is something missing.

In my short span of twenty something years of life I have searched, sought out, and found moments of peace in the stillness of Christ.  And because of those oh so cherished experiences I've come to the realization that the discontentment with life I feel is because I'm being reminded that this is indeed not my home. Not my place of rest. It's as simple as that. There are times when we could be doing everything right, there is no immediate trial we are facing, and yet we never feel completely satisfied.  And rightfully so.  I choose to believe that it's my home that I grieve.  Though I do not remember my Heavenly Parents, or family, or previous life before being here, the ache I feel in my heart reminds me that they are there. And I miss them. And I'm positive they miss me. 

So while sometimes I get lost in feeling like my life is trudging through mud, I'll hold on to the knowledge that it's ok that it's hard. It's supposed to be. I'm not supposed to be perfectly content.  Because if I was then certainly I wouldn't be reminded that I am also loved elsewhere. That here is not the only place I belong.  This is just a path.  And by golly, I'll pass through as much mud as I need to to get back home. So that I can come back better and stronger then when I left and deserve that welcoming place of rest.

And I suppose I'm grateful for the weight of my muddy shoes.  They are proof I did something here. Something worth coming here for.  Giving my heart a chance to remember that the value of my worth lies in an existence far greater then what this one will ever deem its highest value to be.  Muddy shoes and all.

That is why I choose to stay on this path.

with love,

Friday, June 10, 2016

it's just a phase

Beckham woke up in the middle of the night crying again.  Like most nights. Still, at 2 1/2 years old.  We think it's mostly due to the fact he doesn't eat well or at all during day. Or maybe it's night terrors. Or maybe it's something we're doing wrong.  Or maybe he just inherited my horrible sleeping genes (sorry buddy). We've tried all sorts of stuff and gone to the moon and back to figure it out.  Either way he woke up again.

Side note: I once had a friend who had an 18 month old who still wouldn't sleep through the night. At the time Porter was a few months younger and I remember thinking and (please forgive me) even probably giving advice on what she could try to help him sleep through the night.  Because if my 12 month old was sleeping a solid 13 hours a night then isn't everyone else's supposed to do that too?! Or they must be doing something wrong. Ha. I've definitely made (& continue to make) stumbling blocks in my parenting and one I've learned quickly is to never judge and NEVER assume all kids are the same and if held by the same rules, routine and guidelines they will do the same things. Just as we are each individuals with different needs and wants, so are children and so are the parents of those children.  I've learned to be a little more kind and try to have a better listening ear instead of an immediate mouth full of advice when it comes to parenting woes whether I feel experienced or not in that particular woe. Because bottom line is my experience with motherhood (and really life in general) will never be exactly the same as anyone else's.  And that's ok. 

This particular night I could hardly open my eyes walking down the hall to go comfort him.  I felt like I was trudging through mud and just kept thinking when is he ever gonna sleep through the night??! I'm soooo tired!! I got to his room where he was in hysterics.  He finally calmed down enough to let me hold him.  Because yes, he is that stubborn he won't let me console him til he's let his pride down a bit. Like every time, we did our routine until he was ready to go back to bed.  But this night was different.  I laid him down and I distinctively had a feeling to ask him if he wanted to sleep on the floor next to us in our room.  And of course my brain went all sorts of "alert! alert! don't form a habit! etc.."  The feeling came again though, so I asked him and of course he replied with a "Yes!!" 

I carried him, reluctantly, to my room with his blanky.  Where he laid right down and whispered: "Goodnight mom! I love you!" 

Immediately, my mind wandered back to when Porter was a little bit older then his age. I was reminded that Porter on occasion would wake up in the middle of the night and walk to my room and sleep on the floor next to my bed.  I would carry him back to his room when I discovered him and he would beg me to just stay with him.  Some nights I'd make it back to my room and some nights I wouldn't.  One particular night I was at my wits end and the thought clearly came to my mind:

"It's just a phase. Be still." 

Those words were ringing through my head when Beckham whispered his goodnight. 
 "It's just a phase Kim. Be still."   

I think back to my childhood and how many times I ended up on the floor in the hall just next to my parents bedroom.  I'm not even sure why but I do remember feeling safe and loved by being just a bit closer to them. And of course it was just a phase. 

There are so many times in my motherhood where I've felt like that moment in time was never going to pass and I was doing something wrong because things weren't going as planned or they weren't going by the professional "rule book".  So many times I've had to go, what can often feel like, against the grain to do what was best for that moment.   I'm learning as time draws on that using the Spirit in parenthood isn't just about the spiritual matters.  Like what to talk about for Family Home Evening, when to do scripture study, or teaching them to pray.  But can be used in everyday temporal things as well.  Like when to potty train, or how to discipline, or when to let them sleep on your bedroom floor.  Everyday.  I can rely on the Spirit everyday to guide me through my decisions and actions with my kids.  And to remember that each time I feel I'm "going against the grain" when feeling prompted to do or say something, that "it's just a phase!" 

Because Porter did out grow it and the best thing I ever did was relish those moments cuddling in bed with him at 3am, no matter how tired I was. 

It's just a phase. Be still.  Let them be little. Cause they won't be little forever. 

with love,

Tuesday, May 17, 2016

Today I witnessed a miracle: Me

November 12, 2015

The house is quiet.  The only thing bringing light in is the night sky.  I hear rain trickle outside my window.  My mind reflects on more things then I can count as I try to fall asleep.  Today was hard. Yesterday was hard. The desire to do even simple things completely escaped my grasp.  But I still did them. Motions. No emotions. The hardest part about no emotions is not letting the adversary fill you with the wrong emotions.  And so defeated I felt. Worn out from trying to win what seems to be a never ending battle of emotions.
These days don't happen as often anymore. For that I am grateful. But when they strike I often feel as if it's striking for the first time all over again. As if I've never had relief from the numbness and pain that comes from a broken mind. A broken mind.  Can it be mended?  It's like shards of glass shattered into sliver-like pieces.  A mender cannot simply just pick them up.  Nor can all the pieces be seen with the visible eye. 
It's complicated. Glueing 5 pieces back together would be easy, like a children's puzzle.  Yes, to the child it may seem challenging but in time it can be done.  It can become easy. This. How does this become easy? There always seems to be a piece missing as time draws on.  The never ending 1000+ piece puzzle seems to be gathering more pieces as each new one gets laid into its proper place. 
It feels like a burden.  A burden to the mender who is desperately trying to help pick up each piece without getting scarred. My heart weeps.  Tears stream down my aching soul. Despair that there is no end to this torment.  And then...

And then I look down at the mender's hands. The hands so carefully and gracefully picking up the pieces with ease.  The hands that are already scarred and worn.  How can that be? My pieces were just broken with not enough time to have been torn and then healed from the wounds my burden awaits to any who try to grasp it. 

The hands so readily waiting to gather what's left of a broken me gently motions to come to Him. The price has already been paid.  The scars are already there.  The already wounded hands have felt the pain I feel now. For I fear of the price it took to be free of it's anguish.  My burden. My pain. No one deserves another's heartache.  These hands bare the weight of the world. Battered and bruised from its past, present, and future.  But these hands are healed.  Marked with its past of pain, but still they are healed. Healed from mending the seemingly endless broken hearts.  

My broken heart.  My broken mind. 

“He died not for men, but for each man. If each man had been the only man made, He would have done no less.” 

― C.S. Lewis

November 18, 2015

As I sat in the temple a few days prior a painting that stood out to me reminded me of the ill woman who reaches for Christ's robes. Knowing if she can just touch them He would have the power to heal her.  I felt impressed to ponder this story and search for hope in it.  Such a brief story but is filled with so much courage and faith and hope. 

And he said unto her, Daughter, thy faith hath made thee whole; go in peace, and be whole of thy plague.

In what seemed to be some of the darkest days yet I was asked one simple question in the Priesthood blessing of comfort and healing my husband and Heavenly Father gave me: "Do you believe your faith can make thee whole?"

The experiences following led to peace I know can only come from Divine love.   

November 19, 2015

I felt impressed to start a grateful journal a few weeks ago.  To write down even one thing I'm grateful for that day. In today's journal I wrote:

" *The Atonement: Only time will tell but I trust that if depression is something I am to struggle with then it is the BEST thing for me.  I truly have faith that whatever happens it is right. And I will do my best to show that faith as I endure on. The Atonement is real. I felt it lift the weight of my burdens to almost nothing.  I found myself almost in tears because I was so grateful for each moment in my day today. That although sometimes hard and tiring raising two kids, I could feel. And it felt good. Driving, grocery shopping, dishes, making dinner, spending time with my boys.  Almost as if I've been deprived of it and I'm just getting it all back.  I have truly witnessed a miracle from the Lord. Though the trial may not be healed, my perspective and attitude for it is healed. And I'm living proof God gives miracles. He gives miracles to those with faith.  I am determined to hold on to these past few days and emotions and know whatever comes, I can do it. 

*My back hurts:  Seriously, it hurts because my day was filled with things to do.  Good things. Things I was (mostly) motivated to do.  Daily routines can be hard, monotonous, exhausting, tedious. But that fact I get to wake up everyday to this life is a blessing and I felt it today. I felt today. I felt hard work and it was hard but it was good."

Today I witnessed a miracle: Me.

 I looked deeper then I have ever looked into my faith and the only answer for that question, that question I think about everyday, was "Yes. I have faith you can make me whole. BUT I have greater faith that being healed might not be what I need."

A stillness came over me and in that moment I could feel my heart beat again. 

You're shattered like you've never been before
The life you knew in a thousand pieces on the floor
Words fall short in times like these
When this world drives you to your knees
You think you're never going to get back to the you you used to be.

Tell your heart to beat again
Close your eyes and breathe it in
Let the shadows fall away, step into the light of grace
Yesterdays a closing door you don't live there anymore
Say goodbye to where you've been
Tell your heart to beat again

Beginning just let that word wash over you
It's alright now, love's healing hands have pulled you through
So get back up, take step one
Leave the darkness, feel the sun
Because your story's far from over and your journey's just begun
Tell your heart to beat again

Close your eyes and breathe it in
Let the shadows fall away, step into the light of grace
Yesterdays a closing door you don't live there anymore
Say goodbye to where you've been
Tell your heart to beat again
Let every heartbreak and every scar
Be the picture that reminds you, who has carried you this far
'Cause love sees farther than you ever could
In this moment heavens working everything for your good
Tell your heart to beat again

Close your eyes and breathe it in
Let the shadows fall away, step into the light of grace
Yesterdays a closing door you don't live there anymore
Say goodbye to where you've been
And tell your heart to beat again
Your heart to beat again
Beat again
Oh so tell your heart to beat again

I thank my Heavenly Father and Savior, Jesus Christ everyday for those experiences. Since that day I have not felt the dark cloud that loomed over me for nearly two years. Life is life. It's still hard. Being a mom is still hard. Being a wife is still hard.  Being a daughter, sister, friend, is still hard. Being human is still hard. This life is still hard. But I can feel it. And I couldn't be more grateful to feel it. And isn't that part of what it's supposed to be anyways? So we can learn how to conquer hard.  I have a purpose. I am a Daughter of God.  Today I feel and I'll hold on to that for as long as God allows me to. Because He loves me and I trust in His plan for me. And with hard work there is always greater joy that follows.  

For behold, I am God; and I am a God of miracles; and I will show unto the world that I am the same yesterday, today, and forever; and I work not among the children of men save it be according to their faith.

(photo credit: picture taken of a friend's picture by Yongsung Kim)

Today I continue to witness a miracle:  Me.

with love, 

Thursday, May 12, 2016

April 2016

Oh April.  It was a bit crazy. I guess.  Haha. Brian went TDY, Porter's birthday, doctors visits, movers, goodbyes, road tripping to Florida, seeing family in Atlanta, TLF, house hunting, beach going, new job, new ward, found a home, movers again, putting a house together (still working on that), adjusting to bugs and humidity, and everything else in between. 

A few pics of our happenings:

Porter enjoying his birthday present from Mammi and Grandpa Wright while listening to General Conference. 

Just before we moved it snowed! It was a tender mercy for me.  
Papa went TDY for a week right before we moved.  I had a frozen turkey I still needed to use so  Porter and I had a turkey dinner for two, which really lasted as leftovers all week. Mmmm. And of course his requested "bum rolls". . .  :)

He came home from school one day and said he was STARVING!!! So he had a triple decker peanut butter and Nutella sandwich, along with some rolls and Nutella. He ate it.

I made a cookie the size of the plate.  We sat around and ate it in the family room.  The boys thought it was the greatest thing.

Moving day!

Three weeks before we moved our ward boundaries changed and we got moved to a different ward and building! My YW Pres. in Beavercreek threw a going away/coming new party for those who transitioned.  It was a huge blessing for me seeing it happened 2 days before we drove out.  Serving with these girls was one of the biggest blessings I have ever received.  They played a key roll in helping me find healing and peace. I miss them dearly!

Cast free!!

Saying goodbye to good friends again!! We love you Deckers!

Porter sandwich!

On the road of our 3 day journey to Florida! We really had nowhere special we wanted to stop in terms of site seeing so we just enjoyed the little moments we found fun.  Like eating Kentucky Fried Chicken in Kentucky.. 

Playing in a huge mound of rocks.

Hiking in Tennessee.  We were a little ill prepared for this one.  Brian thought it was only a short walk but it turned into a 2 hour hike.  We shoulda eaten lunch before. . .enough said.

We also stopped in Atlanta and stayed with my cousin Amy and her husband Deric.  They were kind enough to let us stay at there gorgeous home and buy dinner! She was so sweet and had cute toys for them and got every kind of cereal you could think of for us to have in the morning.  We joined them for church. Then we headed back on our way. 

We arrived in Florida that Sunday night! 

The TLF had a bay 100 ft walk from our room.  We spent a lot of time there.

A disc golf course on base!!

First time at the real beach in Florida!

hehe. Photo courtesy of Porter.

Sir Beckham: "Which one do you want? You want this one!" 

These boys have loved the beach. They ask on the daily when we can go. And lets be honest we've gone almost every evening after Brian gets home from work.  We have a bay 2 minutes from our house and were about 10 minutes from the main beaches in Destin.  I guess I can look past the endless bugs and 1000% humidity for moments like these. 

We found a house within 5 days of arriving and our stuff came on the 6th day.  Can you believe that?  Miracle! Tender mercies. That NEVER happens. Especially because we had no prospects when we arrived. It was crazy and stressful but we were certainly blessed. 

Poor Brian.  The driver pulled his bikes off to show Brian.  Oh how he misses it.  It's been a good 3 years since he's been on his dirt bike.  I laughed when he said he wanted to breath the exhaust!

Porter on his new bike from his birthday!

His first day at his new school! 

His first time on the bus.  He loves it! And I secretly do too only having to 100ft from my front door to pick him up and drop him off.

We found a Ross!! It's been 4 years since I've had one. 

My good friend Brianne sent us a package and the boys got growing animals.  I about peed when I saw this in my sink.  Speaking of don't you love my seashell sinks.  I'm still dying over them . . .

It feels good to be in a home and starting to settle.  Were still waiting on our fridge to get fixed.  But It's nice not to be crammed in the tiny TLF and finally get started with life again.  We are certainly blessed but kinda hope May slows down a little for us.  Hehe. 

with love,