The first time I moved I was too young to remember much of anything. It was an in-town move, just a few miles from one house to the next. From a small home where we all lived on the same level with a real wood-burning fireplace and a sandbox in the back to a tri-level home that allowed us to spread out a bit, grow strawberries in the back and get our first family dog.
Read MoreI sort of feel like we’re standing on the edge of a dock right now, about to jump into unknown waters. With our kids.
They can’t swim.
What’s going to happen to them? What’s going to happen to us? Will we survive this jump? Will we actually be ok?
Read MoreJordan and I are right smack in the middle of the most challenging time of our lives. No joke.
This whole process of inviting others into our call and preparing to move our entire family to the other side of the globe is bringing us to the end of ourselves (and if you know my story with birthing and then trying to breastfeed Moses, and the postpartum depression that followed, you know that’s really saying something). This is the hardest thing we’ve ever done. Hands down.
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