Grandma came to help pack/clean/over see movers. Do you see the relief in my hug?! Something about knowing my mama is near always allows me to breathe a huge sigh of relief.
We said good-bye to our Maryland home. It served us well. Aside from the train that went through no less than 15 times a day, I loved this home.
In the midst of it all, Simon was baptized. I want to do a separate post about this, but may not get the opportunity to
any time soon this year, so...
Simon had the privilege of being baptized with a real life persecuted Christian. This boys story is absolutely amazing and something most self professing Christians would not choose to withstand. I am so glad my boy got to meet him. I am so glad we were able to hear his story.
The whole experience was an awesome exclamation point to our Maryland adventure.
After a pretty fun spouses orientation, we hit the road. This years orientation was so much better than last years! Instead of being forgotten in an auditorium for 45 minutes followed by a muddy field with a bounce house, this class opted for a catered BBQ and bowling. I got to speak to quite a few incoming spouses and overhearing one of the professors say to a new student, "You guys have some pretty big shoes to fill; this class was amazing," filled me to the brim with pride and a tear or two may have spilled over. I am so proud Sean got to be a part of something so awesome. And the fun is just beginning!
At yet another hotel.
And the third hotel of our move...finally in Ohio. The place where Feefs became an official Jack'o lantern.
Our movers were kinda jerks, but we're kinda familiar with jerk movers at this point. No worries. Each moving experience is a learning experience.
Lo and behold, Mr. T didn't listen.
Just as the movers were getting into the truck to pull away, T lost his footing on his pedals. He was flying towards the bumper of the truck. I was running as fast as I could and couldn't catch him. Luckily, his foot got caught under the tire and he flipped. Luckily, because if he hasn't flipped, he would've hit the metal bumper, full speed, right in his face. Even worse, the truck was on and they couldn't hear me yelling or him screaming. They totally could've run him over if things had gone differently. Worst moment of my life. I've relived it so many times. I have and will continue to thank God for the flip.