Just a quick note here today, but I’m popping in (actually, I’ve been on the computer a TON today, but not for bloggie-ness… more like, doing virtual footwork in preparation for our move. Yeah, the next one, in three-ish months. :smile:) to tell you all Thank You for all your sweet birthday wishes. cards, notes, and even phone calls! I feel very wuvved. :)

We had a wonderful day yesterday, from a great morning at church (to which my Daddy brought me flowers, and I felt very special), lunch afterward with my family and some friends, gifts galore later back at my parents’ house, after which my Dad watched Troy so mom and I could take a nap while the guys went to choir (can anyone say spoiled girl??!), then back to church for the evening service. Sundays are always busy, but yesterday was just plain fun, and it was sweet to spend the day with my church family.

Today I realized that we only have all of April, May and June before we’re supposed to move in July. Yikes. I feel like we’re barely settled in to this house (maybe because, we that’s true?!) and the thought of the next move and all it means is just… yeah. Fun. :smile: So I made a few phone calls (“The wait list for the nice housing on your new base is 6-8 months. If you’d like the other, old dilapidated housing, it’s only 3-6 months.”), and was able to gain a great contact (one of the assistant pastors at the church we’re looking at attending–”Just email me any addresses you’re looking at and I’ll let you know if it’s a good area. We might even have a few families in our church who have a house to rent. I’ll see about finding another young Marine wife to give your number to so you can get some contacts before you get here. Anything else we can do? Just let us know!”), and after a few rather emotional hours of looking at the reality of it all (which is too much reality for me to even get into right now :smile:), a sweet message from my mom (“Baby girl, I just wanted to let you know I’m praying for you right now. I know you have a lot on your plate and it’s hard right now, so just know I’m praying. Love you!”) and an hour long conversation with my aunt-by-choice (“You just do it. You think about it later. The Lord gives you strength for that moment, and you just get through today. Sometimes there’s just no time to think, and that’s okay. You can cry later.”–from the mother of six children, who, when son #1 was a toddler, she was 9 mo. pregnant with daughter #1, and she had just moved into a rental while waiting for base housing… heard that Saddam had invaded Kuwait, said goodbye to her Marine eight days later, had her baby the next month, and moved onto base without her husband two weeks after that)…. I’m doing a bit better. :smile:

Okay, maybe this wasn’t just a quick note, but… oh well. :grin: Thanks for being there, friends. :)