It Became FB Official

"We moved to Provo when Lexi was 18 months old (Dallin's age now). It was probably the hardest time of my life, which maybe means I've had a decent life, but nonetheless, I was not excited for this life change & it was all the feels for me. Fast forward 3 years & I'm amazed to realize it has been that long. There are probably a billion things I didn't take advantage of, but I've felt the blessings I was once very unsure of.

I say this now, because there may be some that didn't catch on to my life crisis of finding a new home. We are moving to Boise, ID this week, which again, is crazy in my mind, but I've realized life can be an adventure & will work out as long as we keep the faith...which is an active principle & one I've come to understand a bit more at this time in my life.

I am most importantly grateful again to those special people who were a touchpoint for me in UT. I will remember you. And I know even though things change, we change, I'll see you again & you'll still be part of my life as my inspiration or social media sounding board along with all my other friends from "previous lives". Thanks for being the village for me & my children! I owe ya one."

To beat traffic, we came back by the house in a hurry and I failed to catch one last picture of my kids with their Clark cousins or with Grandma Smith. Mr Smith did manage to say goodbye to his grandmother though, who I don't think realized how far we were going. I still can't believe Mr Smith managed to drive this huge 26 foot truck that we somehow packed full as well as the Nissan trailer on the back. I picked the worst hotel for our first night in. Mr Smith dropped off the trailer and by the time he got back, we were in the 3rd room for the night. The first one didn't have A/C, the second had dried blood on the pillow, and I still didn't dare trust that place anymore as to get any sleep. We got our money back and headed to Eric's aunt & uncle's house for the rest of the week. He had to get some shots & paperwork completed the next day and I had to hustle the property management into letting us move in our stuff into the garage before our actual move-in day. Oh it was emotional, but we finally made it. Most boxes are empty now.

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