A blessing.

When we got the call that we would be moving to Missouri, Greg and I were mainly in shock for roughly 2 weeks.  We were on a high of positivity which allowed us to picture our life without any sort of pain and anguish which would go into it along the way.  However, as the dust began to settle, we quickly were challenged with good-byes and heartache for leaving our family and friends.

Like most know, Greg moved to Missouri without the girls and myself for roughly 3 months.  Three long, challenging months where I met my breaking point numerous times and prayed for a quick move so we could be together again.

The day we left for Missouri we were happy but knew that emotional challenges of being away from our social life and our families were to come.

The first week in Missouri Greg worked 6am-8pm five of the nights and the sixth and seventh nights he spent overnight in a town 90 miles from home.  It was anguish.  I was alone.  Our house was empty.

As weeks passed, things began to settle.  I quickly realized that while I always categorized myself as a “country girl”, I soon found that for the past 27 years I have really been a city girl, a Yankee as they call me, with a Country Soul.  Meaning, the fact that I now live 75 miles from the closest mall kills me daily.  And not to mention, my Target/Kohls are 55 miles away (that’s 110 miles round trip).

But enough complaining about what I do not have in life.  Because what I DO have is one of the greatest blessings I could have been given.  The opportunity to be a stay at home mom.

Leaving WI meant my career ended for now, though I still have extremely high ambitions for what my future holds for me.  I know I will do great things some day.  This move, however, basically forced me to quit my job and focus on my kids.  And for that, I am so blessed.

Today I heard Shelby say, “all done”.  I was there when Morgan told me that she wants to go to pool but I have to stay home and “babysit Shelby.”  I get to make my kids meals, take them to the park as often as they want, not to mention, enjoy the solitude of naptime every day (do not call my house between 1pm and 3pm please).

I was there when this happened:

Shelby fell off the slide and punctured her bottom lip with her top teeth.  It was literally a blood bath, but I was there.

So enough of feeling sad.  I mean, so what if I crave P.F. Changs, Kopps and shopping.  I always have WI and for that I am grateful as well.  For WI will always be my “home” no matter where we live.