"keep on shining. Shine on the one that's gone and left me blue.....". Oh, Elvis, will their ever be a generation you don't influence? Well we have been keeping a secret for what seems like a LLLLOOONNGGGGG time. That's probably because I wanted to tell so bad and I couldn't! Byron has taken a job with IBM and we are moving to Lexington, KY!! Crazy, I know. The crazier part is that we're going to accomplish all this by Oct 15th. We're packing, we're looking at rentals in Lexington, we're tying up our jobs here, we're getting our home ready for our renter, we're spending extra time with friends that we are going to miss so dearly!! It is a lot to take in but God has been so faithful all the way through. Even up to the tiniest but important details of allowing Byron to have the week off during the move. So awesome! After 13 years, we are finally going to be close enough to family to actually jump in the car and go see them without having to leave at 3am. We can't wait to catch up with everybody and spend holidays together. There will be a big hole in our heart when we leave the ones we love in IA and I will miss seeing our good friends everyday. However, we are super excited to see what God has in store for us in the Blue Grass Region!
I am constantly telling my kids to back up and give mom some room. Wherever I am you can bet my kids are within five feet of me. If there is ever a fire and I have to grab the kids quickly and run out of the house we will all be ready. I can't ever convince them (short of tying them to a chair) that it is okay to not know what Mommy is doing every second of the day. Go play by yourselves for heaven's sake! Well I think I finally taught one of them a lesson on this point. The other day I'm sitting at our breakfast bar eating cantaloupe. Maddie is crawling under the stool I'm sitting on and threatening every five seconds to accidentally topple us both over. Due to my poor fine motor skills, a piece of cantaloupe popped out of mouth, fell, and hit Maddie squarely in the head. She paused, looked up and saw me with my fork in mid-air and immediately began to scream. Obviously her two year old mind told her, "Your mother just hit you in the head with a piece of fruit!! Protest!" I ignored her screams (it didn't hurt) and told all the kids, who of course were standing within five feet of me when it happened. "This is what happens when you don't give Mom some space. Be aware, because next time it could be a lot heavier!"