Yes, it's finally starting to feel like home in week two. We actually have most of the boxes unpacked, although we still can't find whatever it is we need, and I'm finally hanging things on the wall, which always makes the most difference to me. JD is HOME, changing the feel, mood, and tone of our entire lives. He is sooooo excited about living here that his excitement rubs off on the rest of us. Okay, Michael is totally excited too; it's just me who wallows in details without stopping to look up and recognize the joy of our lives. Truly, there is no question that God has single-handedly paved our family's path to this very house, this very job, this very neighborhood. We are surrounded by rivers, mountains, lakes, camping, fishing, hiking, mountain biking, canoeing, kayaking, and every other activity that my boys love (okay, me too). We are the perfect distance to our families, Atlanta and Chattanooga, and we can still attend our favorite church.
Here are the boys mowing the back yard. Both are enamored with the riding mower.
Michael made a new friend: Logan, who lives directly across the street. He may be only two and a half years old, but he's already a pro with a four-wheeler and more than happy to take Michael on a ride.
Practicing with sunglasses
Sitting on our driveway
Shopping
I posted these pictures on Facebook because they're so ridiculous, but here's the backstory. Michael refused to nap, which is becoming pretty common, but then he fell asleep two hours later on our way to the park. Taking him out of the car and carrying him up to the playground where there were plenty of screaming children did nothing to wake him. This hasn't happened since infancy!!
But, I admit, I still gets waves of homesickness for Illinois. I hung up a crystal fan pull yesterday that I took from our old house as a memento, and it brought me right back to Normal and a one-hundred year old house. I lay in bed last night looking at that pull, remembering all the joys of another place and time in our lives.
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