Books made me move 3,000 miles away

One day, not so long ago, a woman started reading books. These books were all about adventures: backpacking in the Utah desert, hiking Mount Everest, diamond heists. They also included books about famous people learning to cook, or learning how to love by doing. 

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As she read these books, she discovered a theme that connected all of them: these people dared to be brave, and had courage to actually do something. 

The woman wanted her life to be worthy of writing a book that people would want to read. Maybe her adventure wouldn’t be an outdoor one, but it would be about daring to walk through new adventures in life. 

When the woman was finally given an opportunity to be brave, she took it. She didn’t push the opportunity away. She had never moved more than 20 miles, so when she thought about moving 3,000 miles it was huge.

And that's how this woman moved 3,000 miles from Sacramento, California to Raleigh, North Carolina 3 years ago this week. She wanted a life of bravery and courage. When I read books like these, it helped me see I could have an adventure story too. I didn't think the books you read can make a difference in how you live your life. But I was never so wrong. Reading different types of books truly expanded my outlook. 

I thought I was just reading other people's stories. Little did I know that they had the ability to shape my thinking. That another person's story really could make a difference to me. A life lived that isn't always easy, where things didn't go as you planned, where hard things happened and the person kept going showed me I could be brave too. The beliefs we have about life can change over time. I've always heard sayings like, "readers make leaders" "what you read will be what you become". Little did I know these were accurate. 

So the next time you start reading a book, be warned it could change your life!

2014: Learning to Trust

2014 has come and gone. When a year ends I find myself reflective. This past year has been one of the craziest I've ever experienced. I learned how to trust the Lord's provision and sovereignty with hard times like never before. Join me as I summarize our year.

As the clock struck midnight and 2014 began, we found ourselves in the pediatric emergency room with our week-old little boy.

Sammy had been breathing strangely and would just stop for what seemed like an eternity. Thankfully all of the tests and procedures said nothing was wrong. We were in the hospital over Christmas Eve and Christmas Day for his birth and both New Years Eve and Day for this little scare. This was not how I wanted the year to start.

Over the next few weeks we welcomed and said goodbye to family visiting from the West Coast. All the while, Anthony was at a new job as a respiratory therapist 25 miles from our house. His position was scheduled to be nights and we were sharing one car. As his orientation ended, he began having anxiety that he (or I, for that matter) had never before experienced. We knew he needed this job. We needed healthcare. We needed an income. Even though he was working at a hospital, we paid over $600 a month for health insurance. We quickly realized we couldn't live on what he was making. 

Very soon anxiety, night shifts, distance and the car situation made us decide that he would resign on February 10th. There was no other job lined up. With a 2 month old baby, this couldn't be the best choice. Yet Anthony told me he had more peace about resigning than staying at that job.

Having been unemployed or underemployed since moving to Raleigh, we had nearly depleted our savings. We sat in our front room and made the decision: if Anthony didn't get a new job by March 1st, we would pack up and move back to California on April 1st. On February 19th, Anthony had an interview with Citrix and the same day we got an envelope in the mail with $120 cash in it. We were encouraged that the Lord was continuing to provide for us. Less than one week later and before the March 1st deadline, Citrix called and offered Anthony a position to start work on March 17th.

During the transition between jobs, Anthony made some money building websites and we received more unexpected money in the mail. We applied for WIC, a food program designed to help Women Infants and Children. As I sat in the waiting room, with my iPhone, Coach purse and nice clothes, I thought that everyone there had to be be judging me. We had purchased all of those things when we were DINKS (Dual Income, No Kids) and yet we needed government help to buy our food. This was one of the most humbling experiences of my life.

I still don't know how we made it through those months without consistent paychecks, except for the provision of the Lord. I began to understand more of what the Bible says - if God takes care of even the birds of the air and the flowers of the field, how much more will he take care of his children? There wasn't a day we went without food, shelter, clothing, or diapers. In fact, we haven't gone into 1 cent of debt since moving to Raleigh.

Although this humbling help from friends and family was first a difficult pill to swallow, I began to see it as the Lord's care for us. I did not like needing other people. I had been on the "giving end" for years, and this was truly a different experience. As time passed, I began to make our needs known. My mom and mother-in-law would ask what size clothes Sammy was wearing, what size diapers he needed and then a smiling, brown box would show up from Amazon! Friends gave us used clothes from their boys and now Sammy had a collection of toddler-sized clothing. He hadn't even turned a year old.

Mother's Day was rapidly approaching and my mom was very sad that I wouldn't be in town so I called my dad and sisters and told them I wanted to surprise mom my flying to CA. My dad said he wanted to pay for the whole thing and booked the ticket immediately. It was great to see mom's face when Sam and I got out of the car at her house!

My mom with her kids and grandkids

We needed a baby gate, friends gave one they didn't need. Another friend thought Sam would like a ball and sippy cups and she bought them. These were small purchases and we probably could have managed them ourselves, but the point is, we felt like friends and family rallied around us and it was amazing to see. They wanted to give and be a part of God providing for us. All we had to do was accept the gifts. 

In the month of July, we were given almost $2,000 that paid for us to fly to California to be a part of my brother's wedding. We had a little extra for a rainy day and it is very rainy in Raleigh as we've learned!

Me, Christina, Josh, Heidi, & Heather

During the summer, Anthony's Dad called us and asked if we had a second car. He said he had an extra car and wanted to give it to us. Over the next couple months, he (and Anthony's grandma and aunt) paid the car off. In November, he drove it out to give it to us. 

You see, the car was actually a much bigger deal to us than just the value of a car. When we moved to Raleigh, there were 5 things we prayed for time and time again: a place to live, jobs, health insurance, a healthy baby, and a second car. By this time, 4 of the 5 things had been fulfilled. The car was number 5! Before we moved to Raleigh, we sold one of our cars and gave the money to friends. For many months, I was angry with what we had done, thinking we should have kept the car/money to help ourselves and here we were, receiving a MUCH nicer car and witnessing God's provision firsthand, yet again.

Story, after story, after story...

I wish I could say I don't worry about money now, but I still do. I am getting better at trusting that God will take care of us. One way I can visibly see God's provision is through the generosity of others.

As 2014 has ended, I am surprised at how much we have received - WAY over and above what we have ever given. Even today, we sit with a room full of beautiful toys, a table, food, candles, and shoes that others have given us.

If we have benefited from your generosity over the last year, THANK YOU. It meant the world to us. 

Baker's Dozen Donuts: Raleigh, NC

We love donuts at our house. I mean, really, who doesn't? They are an indulgence that can put a smile on any age. Upon moving to Raleigh, I thought there would be a lot of old fashioned donut shops. Much to my surprise, I haven't found there to be many shops to choose from. 

We do have lots of Dunkin' Donuts and Krispy Kreme and a few speciality shops (such as Monuts Donuts in Durham). But the kind of donuts we like are the old-school kind. My personal favorite are chocolate old fashioned (the ones that look like saucers or have wings, as I call them). I found this post quite helpful to show/describe the types of donuts. 

The point of this post is to let you know about the tastiest donut shop I've found in Raleigh/Cary area, Baker's Dozen Donuts. They actually give you a baker's dozen 13 donuts and the box we bought was only $8.50! They are open 7 days a week (6am-7pm). Baker's Dozen is a clean shop with lots of donuts choices, including apple fritters, and tables to enjoy your selection there. They are directly off of Buck Jones Road close to Cary Crossroads and REI.

Since this past week was Sammy's first birthday, we celebrated with him by giving him his first donut. A white sprinkle donut that he absolutely loved. 

I hope you'll find this Public Service Announcement helpful for your donut consumption. 

The Only Way to Parent

For many months I have convinced myself that I don't have anything worth writing about. And what I write doesn't matter to you. I feel like just another voice amongst the millions of writers/bloggers out there. I have often thought my words are no different than the next person. I don't want to become a "mom" blogger who gets on a soapbox and thinks I am an expert on child-rearing. But I think there might be a person out there who would be helped by reading what I have to say.

Let's start with the thing I've been plagued with since December 23, when our first child Samuel was born. Being a mom is much harder than I ever thought. I have gotten on my own soapbox and written about how mom's should say positive things about being a parent. I'm not saying I don't enjoy being a mom. I am saying it is the most difficult thing I've ever done. Way harder than working full time and getting my Master's Degree. More challenging than being married. Light years tougher than moving across the country. 

One reason I believe the mom-life is strenuous: I'm a perfectionist. I do not want to fail my child. I do not want to make mistakes and I certainly don't want Sammy to go to counseling because of how we parented him. Another reason is: spiritual attack. We are endeavoring to raise our son to know and love God. We cannot control whether he will accept God, but we can raise him and be examples of loving and serving Jesus. 

I want to share some of my journey with you as I discover how to be a mom who lives free of guilt and fear. I don't want to hide and pretend I'm doing ok when some days I'm not. Friend, if you're out there reading this post in the middle of the night and wondering why your baby is crying. I know how that feels. I don't have any answers other than the one bit of advice my 84-year-old grandpa told me:

The only way to parent is from your knees

The comfort this statement has given me has been unbelievable. Parenting and sleep training books are all helpful. Talking to other parents brings insight. But often for me, the only thing that works is prayer. Asking my Father for wisdom and what I should do for a particular nap, a certain food, what to do next. Prayer is the key. Or at least that's what I think with my 10 months and 8 days in to this (and heeding to the wisdom of my grandpa).

My Grandpa and Grandma Roome praying over Sammy, July 2014

Friend, you are not alone and you are not failing your child. Cry out to the Lord. The word says,

If any of you lacks wisdom, you should ask God, who gives generously to all without finding fault, and it will be given to you. - James 1:5 (NIV)

What moving across the country taught me about my beliefs

Earlier this week I shared how we moved to North Carolina one year ago. The story continues by going back in time a tiny bit to May 1, 2013...

On this particular day, I formally gave my notice to the California Department of Education (DOE) that I would be leaving work there and moving to Raleigh. Two days later, we would find out, we were pregnant with our sweet son, Samuel. Even with finding out we were pregnant, Anthony and I knew we were still supposed to move.

We had no jobs lined up. I did have a phone interview scheduled with the NC DOE and thought I would get the job. We had money in savings and were scheduled to continue being paid through the middle of August. We had a place to live until the middle of August too. We had health insurance through September. Not wanting to jeopardize our chance to get new health care and have the pregnancy covered, we didn't see a doctor to confirm we were pregnant. I just took 4 tests. 

When I gave my notice a year ago, I told my boss I had some leads at the NC DOE and he kindly said I wouldn't have any trouble finding employment. I greatly appreciated his faith in me. I wouldn't have said so at the time, but I thought I was a great employee and would be employed by July 1, at the latest. Little did I know, this would not be what happened. 

Shortly after arriving in Durham (about 25 minutes from Raleigh) on June 3, I began working at a preschool on a temporary assignment. After that ended, I worked at a pool supply store for 3 weeks. All the while, applying for many, many jobs to work for the State of NC. I had two interviews at the DOE in September. Anthony and I felt I needed to tell them I was pregnant and I didn't get the jobs. This came as a huge let down to me. How was I ever supposed to contribute to our family if I wasn't making money? How come things weren't working out for me to be successful? Why did I have to rely on Anthony and why wasn't God letting me take care of myself? 

These questions led to much thought and life reflection. I was face to face with the reality that I believed I only had value if I was making money. Here's another way of saying that: if I don't bring home a paycheck, I don't think I'm worthwhile. Which brought up the next truth: I did not believe that being a stay-at-home mom was a valuable profession. Sure, to any mom's face, I would say it was the most important job and I really thought I believed this. That is until I realized there is no paycheck. I can't be a career woman and take care of Samuel full time. 

My personal value was wrapped up in my ability to make money and be successful in the work world. Ouch. That is pretty messed up if you're a follower of Christ. And you say you are living for something greater than yourself. It isn't what a good wife would think. It certainly isn't what a loving mom would think either. But that's what I believed. 

I think we had to move here and not get "stable" jobs until December for me to realize how my measure of God's provision was my ability to provide for myself. And no sooner did the stable job come, that Anthony needed to resign because he didn't feel comfortable with staying there. So here we were in North Carolina, 2,770 miles away from our families with no jobs, a new baby, and one month of money left. 

I would have never agreed to move to North Carolina one year ago had I known what was coming. 

I needed to rely on God. In other words, I needed to be put in a circumstance where I actually needed God. I enjoyed relying on myself, because I knew I would come through. I've always prided myself in my ability to achieve and earn gold stars.

Moving here has taught me that God comes through too. Even if it's at the last minute. As of today, we have never gone without food, shelter, or clothing. Our daily needs have been met. What a huge gift it has been to be taken care of just as scripture promises. 

If God clothes the field grass, will he not clothe you? If He feeds sparrows, will he not feed you? No need to worry dear child, God cares far more about you than birds or grasses. 

Proof that God has taken excellent care of us!

Packing up and Leaving Sacramento

A year ago today, we set our alarms early. We needed to get up and be ready because we had family coming to help us finish up packing our house. We had people stopping by to purchase our couches. I was 7 weeks pregnant and felt pretty cruddy in the morning. The one thing that helped: Jamba Juice smoothies. I stopped by Tupelo Coffee, the Hubster's "Cheers" (where everybody knew his name), and got him a latte. We'd need fuel to get going on this dreary, bittersweet day. 

As the morning progressed, we were simultaneously loading our U-haul Box, our CR-V, my dad's truck, and sister-in-law's car with unwanted items and things that just wouldn't fit. Our neighbor's stopped by to say goodbye. Our landlord stopped by. "Where do you guys want this?" was a very familar phrase heard that day, and weeks later.

My sister Heidi called, "When do you think you're leaving? We're going to come over," as Anthony and my Dad put the final touches on the U-haul pod.

Anthony and Dad headed over to U-haul to drop off the box, after much drama, they returned home 2 hours later. They did overhear a lady asking if U-Haul had anything to pack a "Chester Drawers," we're pretty sure she meant a Chest of Drawers but it has become quite the joke to Anthony and Dad. We had them meet us down the street at Togo's (a sandwich shop). There we said goodbye to Heidi, Caleb (my brother-in-law), and sweet Olivia. 

We finally got everything packed in one of the vehicles, locked the front door, and put the keys in our mailslot and heard the keys fall to the ground in our living room. Our cleaner would come later that day to do a final cleaning. We hugged my parents, Scott (Anthony's step-dad), Brianna (Anthony's sister) and Chad (Brianna's husband) and headed south on 57th Street, for the last time. It started drizzling, the weather matched our emotions perfectly.

We got on the Capital City Freeway and headed East. We took a little detour to say goodbye to our friends Dan and Jackie, who were also moving this very day. Seeing 2 empty houses on the same day was a lot to take in.

We got back in the car and continued East on Interstate 80, another stop, to say goodbye to my grandparents in Granite Bay. We didn't realize it, but it would be one of the last times we'd see them together. They've both passed away since we moved to NC. 

We finally got going and made our final stop to say goodbye to my cousins in Applegate. At each stop, we gathered with our family and friends and prayed. 

As Sacramento began to be further behind us in the rearview mirror, I was a mix of emotions. Excited about what the future would bring, what would the roadtrip be like, how would we like our new church, what would the weather be like, when would we find new jobs, a new car, etc. I was also reserving myself from thinking too much about what we were leaving, our entire life up to that point. Our support system, our jobs, friends, family, well-known roads, familiarity, and I didn't know it then, but a sense of comfort we have not had since we left our house that afternoon.

We finally arrived at our first place for the night, Elko, Nevada. We spent the night and the next morning as we were checking out of the 2-story hotel, I took the stairs with the guitars, and Anthony took the elevator with the rest of our things. The power went out and he was stuck in the elevator. After 30 minutes, I finally called the fire department myself and the firemen showed up and got Anthony out of the elevator. 

We continued on the road.

That should have given us a little idea of the challenges we would begin to face as we journeyed East. We had sold almost everything, quit our good jobs, and had money in the bank to keep us afloat until we landed new jobs in Raleigh. We kind of felt like missionaries, yet, we didn't ask for support. Not financial at least. We didn't have to wait til we got the financial backing of a church, or friends, or anyone. We were self-sufficient on this faith-journey and the pride I felt in that was huge. 

Over the next few days, we put pavement between us and the West Coast. Our coffee-snobbery was thrown to the side and we were happy to see a Starbucks!

There were a huge tornado storm across the mid-west, we saw on the news. We decided to stay a couple extra days in Boulder, Colorado. Better to be "stuck" in this city than somewhere in the middle of the United States! We went to the Denver Zoo, saw a Colorado Rockies game and saw our friend Jesse who happened to be visiting his then-girlfriend Nicole in Boulder. For some reason, I couldn't enjoy our time though, I was so anxious to get to our new city. I was afraid we were spending too much money and the timeline of us getting to Raleigh was going slower than I expected. 

I, I, I. These were statements that were constantly coming out of my mouth. I wanted things to go a certain way. I had a timeframe. I had a plan and knew that it would work. If the past was any indication, the goals I set, I almost always made and with excellent results. I knew we felt God had called us to Raleigh, but I knew I would be able to make things work, so we'd be successful once we got here. Little did I know, what I had done in the past would not work anymore. 

To Be Continued...

Five Minute Friday: Mess

The word makes me cringe. I can't stand messes. I especially have a hard time with messes that are my own. It's hard to see the beauty of something when the mess is what stands out to me. 

Take this picture of our kitchen counter (which I took this morning).

The main thing I see when I look at it is how cluttered and disheveled it looks. But upon closer reflection, I see more than that. 

I see an orange mug that's filled with coffee for Anthony to take to work. I see a sweet book from the library, Betsy-Tacy. Lots of groceries. A little square box my grandparents had for me to use as a bank when I was little. A juicer. And the thing that stands out most, flowers Anthony recently bought me on our trip to Trader Joe's.

Each of these things represents other things like: a job, the ability to read, money for groceries, memories from my grandparents, the ability to make healthy food, and the love of my husband. I can look at this counter and be frustrated by its imperfection or I can look a little deeper and see the other things that it stands for. Maybe that's what I'm learning right now, how to see the beauty of messes. And this includes my own self. 

Linking up with Lisa-Jo for Five Minute Friday where we write freely for 5 minutes.

8 Years Ago...

I married my best friend.


I thought I loved him then! I didn't know you could grow to love someone more with time's passing. The weeks have turned into months and years. The time we've spent together causes my heart to grow more in love than I'd ever imagined.

We met a long time ago and started hanging out a lot in 2002 or 2003. The timeline is fuzzy, because it's hard for me to recollect being an adult and him not being around.


Our relationship has been through instant messaging, text messaging, emailing, phone calling, instagramming, and facetiming. We've been there for each other through marriages, deaths, moves, breakups, infertility, babies, and so many other things. We've been around for short hair, long hair, soul patches, clean shaven, beards, faux hawks, weight changes, and more!




There isn't a day that goes by that I don't talk to him. He's the first person I tell when something is good or bad. He's seen the best of me and sadly the worst of me too.



There have been Christmases and birthdays, steaks and cakes, feasting and eating, and coffee and coffee and coffee.


We've travelled along the entire West Coast, across the midwest, and down the East Coast. We've been on trains, planes, boats, bikes, ferries, and cars. We've walked and talked along the streets of Sacramento, San Francisco, Monterey, Portland, Seatte, Vancouver, New York City, Washington DC, Richmond, Raleigh, Charlotte, and Durham.






There have been many, many trips to the Happiest Place on Earth.



There have been sleepless nights and long conversations into the wee morning hours. There have been prayers prayed, songs sung, tears shed. And there has been a lot of laughing and joking and smiling.

We've started and finished school. We've gotten into debt, we've paid off debt. We've saved up for things we needed to buy.


We've seen job: changes, successes, resignations, and hunts.

This last year has been our best and hardest one yet. Our family has grown!


We've stared together at our sweet boy and just smiled.

I can't imagine a life where Anthony wasn't in it and I'm so glad I don't have to!

Happy 8 years to my wonderful Hubster. I love you and can't wait to see what's up next.

February 2014 Recap

This has been a fun month! Sisters, cousins, smiles and snow were the major highlights. I'm using my Instagram pictures to tell you about this past month. 

My sisters and niece flew in at the end of January and got to experience the craziest snowstorm Raleigh has had in many years. Lucky for us we had lots of food and things to do to stay busy. Olivia loved her cousin and calls him "Ssss" or "baby." Heidi knit Sammy the cutest green blanket. Heidi (on the left in the pic below) and Heather (in the middle) brought Samuel tons of clothes and he was able to celebrate the Olympics with his own sweater. We facetime each other quite frequently and Olivia is truly a little ham. In the picture, she thought it would be funny to have two hats on. 

The second week in February, Raleigh got hit with another snowstorm. Since we were going to be home for a few days, I finally picked up my knitting and finished a cabled headband I'd been working on since the beginning of December! I had two Valentines this year and in the photo on the bottom corner I tried getting a smooch from my little Valentine. :-)

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I've been inspired by my sisters to keep knitting, so I made this little green beanie for Sammy. He needed a hat for this unpredictable weather we have in Raleigh. Seriously, in one week we had snow and it was almost 70 degrees. Last week my cousin Rachel came for a week. We were spoiled by her doing so much for us. Cleaning, cooking, and calming Sam the main things that occupied her time. We took her to Bojangles, Ole Time Barbecue, and Rach ate her first hush-puppy. We also introduced her to the Godfather series and we didn't even finish the 3rd movie in a week since we kept getting sidetracked! We did create the most delicious cheesecake and ate lots of tasty desserts. 

 

Remember when I met Gretchen Rubin? Rachel helped us hang up many of our pictures/artwork while she visited. I have been so surprised at the happiness boost I've had from hanging the pictures up. Anthony is sitting in his favorite chair with a picture above him titled, "What Goes Around Comes Around". Our friend Terry made it and I have a love-hate relationship with it. It's in our front room to remind me not to gossip. 

Every now and then I like to post an old picture on Instagram, for "throwback Thursday." The picture I put up was of Anthony and me in our backyard in Sacramento. It was in May 2011 and I had just finished my Master's degree. See that little picture of Sammy? He is wearing dark green overalls with a little fox on them! My mom got them for him and he wore them to celebrate his 2 month old birthday. Seriously, the time is flying by. Lastly, the picture of Sammy and me is to show a little onesie Heather bought him when she first found out we were trying to have a baby. It says "Here Comes Trouble" and it barely fit our little man. He's over 13 pounds now! Heather also sent us the Big Bang Theory on DVD to watch in the hospital when we were having Sammy. He came early so we didn't get to watch it then but now we're hooked. Bazinga!

In case you're curious, I used Instaport and PicMonkey to download my pictures and create the collages. 

Now March is here and begins a new month of family/friends visiting, Anthony starting a new job and more new experiences. Here's to a happy March, everyone!

A lot has happened...

...since my last post. 

To start we had our baby! Samuel Anthony Price was welcomed in to the world on Monday, December 23, 2013 at 7:11pm weighing 6 pounds, 14 ounces and measuring 20.5 inches.

 

The delivery was very fast and went as smoothly, especially since my birth plan goal was... to have a baby. We spent two nights at the hospital and were discharged in the afternoon on Christmas Day.

We celebrated Christmas at home as a family of 3 with a delicious meal Anthony made (heated up) from Whole Foods (thank the Lord for pre-made turkey, potatoes, gravy, and cranberry relish)! Our wonderful friends picked it up from Whole Foods for us and delivered to our house, so grateful for them. The next day my mother-in-law, Donna (or Grandma Don as we've been calling her, haha!) arrived and was our personal waitress, housecleaner, grocery shopper, and holder of the baby in the morning so we could sleep a couple hours. 

On Saturday, December 28, we received a phone call from my sister Heidi that my Grandma Coryell (Papa's sweetheart) had passed away in her sleep. We are so grateful she didn't suffer and was able to see a lot of pictures of Samuel. We also had the chance to Facetime with her on Christmas Eve and she was telling Sammy jokes. The next day, we found out Anthony's Grandpa Dave had passed away too. He had been suffering for some time and we are relieved he is no longer in pain. He helped raise Anthony and was always happy to share a bowl of French Silk ice cream and ice-cold Dr. Pepper with you, no matter the weather. 

Monday, December 30, we said goodbye to Donna and were surprised by my Mom and Dad coming into Raleigh a day early. After many delays and trip changes, they finally arrived to see our new home. They came bearing gifts and helped us organize our house. 

New Year's Eve landed us in the children's emergency room as Samuel wasn't breathing properly.

After a night of observation and tests we were discharged on New Year's Day with a clean bill of health for our sweet boy. We were grateful my parents were in town and here for the moral support we needed.  

My parents insisted we try Bojangles, we've held out for 6.5 months but gave in to the pressure. We also went out to dinner at our favorite BBQ in Raleigh: Clyde Cooper's BBQ.

We introduced Sammy to our favorite bakery and our friend: Tanya of Yellow Dog Bakery. We took Samuel to church for the first time and he was the best dressed person in the building. The following week we said goodbye to my Dad and Anthony continued orientation for his new job.

Samuel got his first official bath and gave us the cutest little grin.

My mom stayed with us another week. Thanks to my traveling hairdresser, Nicole, I finally got my hair done (third time of rescheduling finally worked)! Sammy was entertained by his Grammy (my mom) who held him and cooked Aebelskivers (Danish pancakes) for us. 

Last Saturday, we introduced Samuel to coffee culture at the Big Eastern Coffee Championship which happened to be held in Durham this year!

This past week has been our first week on our own. I began my new career as a stay-at-home mom (or domestic engineer). My boss is quite demanding, but rewards me with love and the cutest face I've ever seen. 

We are grateful to have survived the past 5 weeks. We already have a huge support system here in Raleigh and, of course, back in Sacramento. The tangible way people have given to us has helped carry us through these challenging weeks. I do not feel nearly as tired or beat up as one would think considering all that has occurred. I have constantly been reminded of two things that are the theme of my life and writing:

  • The Lord has been with us and has not abandoned us
  • I can live free of worry because the Lord is with us and will provide for us

Each day, I look at Samuel and am reminded of what his name means: the Lord heard my prayer. Thankfulness for the gift we have been given makes my heart want to explode with joy.