A new season in life

Season follows season and as we transfer from fall into winter, I have found that my own life has brought me into a brand new season.

It started on November 14 when B and I got the keys to our very own home. This isn’t a standard tract home in the middle of suburbia. This is a house built in 1912, floated down the river to its current location sometime around 1926. I found out that the next door neighbor grew up in this house. It has sat waiting for a while. Waiting for a family. Brenton and I were happy to oblige and now this is home.

We took posession of the house on Friday and on Saturday morning 30 people showed up at our old apartment to help us move. Brenton had sent out a hep request at work and our needs were met beyond our wildest expectations. We had everything packed and in the garage at the old apartment. The time the first box went out of the old apartment to the time the last box went into our new home was 1 hour. Afterwards we “paid” our moving crew in chili and fritos for lunch.

Our move came just in time too. We had 11 days to get settled (and I use that term very loosely) before our baby’s due date. I expected the baby to be late, but I wasn’t going to take anything for granted. It’s a good thing I didn’t waste any time getting the house (somewhat) settled.

Last Wednesday, the long awaited day arrived and our baby decided to be uncharacteristically (for our family) punctual.

Samuel Isaac made his appearance in the world on November 26. Brenton and I spent Thanksgiving day with our hearts overflowing with thanks.

Since that day, I’ve been mastering such skills as diaper changing, sleep walking, and one-handed typing. At the end of the day I couldn’t be happier (even though I’m a bit uncertain right now as to when one day ends and the next day begins.