Home Again

No, I'm not pregnant. No, I still don't have my tooth fixed. No, I'm not buying a new minivan, but it is filthy from all the trips we've taken recently and that alone could cause me to hide under my covers and whimper, but the news I have to share overshadows any mountain of laundry, sticky floor or urine stained bathroom.



So here's the big news. Ready? Huh? Yes? Okay, you don't have to yell.



We are moving. Finally. We're not just moving to a new house or to something that I found down the street, no, we are packing up and heading back West. Back where we belong. Kansas my friends, Kansas.



It's been a long road to get back home, but we finally made it. God just flung open doors and to put a cherry on top He showed me this.








Isn't she lovely? The house, not Rechelle, who is sitting on the steps. I'll share more photos soon. She's not ours yet, we're working on that today. I'll also tell you the great story of how this all came about, but for now I'm wheeling and dealing with the seller of that farmhouse.

Sorry, I had to keep you all hanging. I had to let Clay tell his current employer that he's leaving before I opened my big mouth up to the world.

I feel, I feel, I....don't know. It's all so big. Hopefully, I won't wake up and find myself drooling on my keyboard.