One year ago today, Ryan flew out to Carlsbad, CA to start his first day in his new job. I woke up at 5am, packed up our hotel room, and grabbed some drive-thru McDonald's breakfast on the way to meet our moving crew and semi truck full of personal belongings.
I stepped foot in our empty house, put down the kids and my coffee on the hardwood floor, and turned to lock the door behind me. Wilder crawled over to my hot coffee and spilled it all over the floor before I had the chance to take one sip. No caffeine, no paper towels, no backup.
That's when it dawned on me that I'd be facilitating an entire move into a new house without my husband, with 2 small babies in tow (and without caffeine, no less). I'm a very capable and confident person, but in that moment I wasn't sure how I would survive another relocation, the settling of another home, and more importantly surviving the next 6 months being a stay-at-home mom so close to the old job I loved, all while Ryan commuted to California every other week for work.
The move went great, the house was settled faster than any we've ever had, and most importantly, we've had a really, really great year. Here's to another summer of greyhounds fresh from the pink grapefruit tree in the backyard that is now one of my favorite places on earth.