{"id":2939,"date":"2017-02-26T22:40:48","date_gmt":"2017-02-27T03:40:48","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/www.michellebeachy.com\/blog\/?p=2939"},"modified":"2017-02-26T22:51:09","modified_gmt":"2017-02-27T03:51:09","slug":"were-home","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/www.michellebeachy.com\/blog\/were-home\/","title":{"rendered":"We’re Home!"},"content":{"rendered":"
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  1. It’s such an odd thing to say when really, we’ve been home for four months. \u00a0But it feels as though it should be officially announced here. I think partially I just want to remember it a little bit.<\/li>\n<\/ol>\n

    \"Oct<\/a><\/p>\n

    The details are all getting a bit hazy for me except the day we moved. \u00a0I look back and remember almost nothing except a blur of crying baby and rocking, rocking, rocking in between walking, walking, walking from July on. \u00a0I have no idea how things got packed. \u00a0I know that my mom came up a day or two about a month before we moved. \u00a0I know that Amanda came and held Bella for me a lot. \u00a0I know that three sweet friends from Hagerstown came the Tuesday before we moved and packed up my entire kitchen while I finished packing our closets. \u00a0I know that we were planning to move on Thursday, October 20. \u00a0I remember sorting and purging. \u00a0I distinctly remember the funny feeling of knowing exactly where most things would go and so I would fill a box, sometimes from different rooms, and label which room it should go to. \u00a0But I hardly remember actually filling boxes. \u00a0That’s an odd thing considering there were about two hundred boxes. \u00a0And mostly I know that we were completely covered in prayer.<\/p>\n

    I’d way rather remember holding Bella anyway, so thank goodness that’s not the brain cells\u00a0that fudged.<\/p>\n

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    Wednesday morning David left a few minutes before 5 to take an open trailer with lawn and garden supplies and outdoor items to Virginia. \u00a0He dropped it off, drove back to Harrisonburg, picked up a box trailer and headed back to Maryland. \u00a0I’d asked Grandma Donna to come help me that day because frankly, I just needed a mom. \u00a0She was the perfect person! \u00a0She helped me scrub a few last minutes places, read stories to Zara, rocked Bella, and ran to the bulk food store with the kids in tow to pick up a sub order for our lunch. \u00a0It was a calm morning and I was feeling oddly as though I was getting done early. \u00a0I called David and said, “hey, what do you think? If we get done early would you want to just drive down tonight?” \u00a0We talked about it for a bit and figured it we somehow miraculously got loaded by six we’d do it. \u00a0But not later than that because of his early morning and life with babies is kind of exhausting without losing half a night of sleep because of driving.<\/p>\n

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    He got home around 3 and the loading began. \u00a0It was unbelievably hot for the end of October! The guys were sweating up a storm. \u00a0Miss Sheryl showed up with an igloo of iced tea. \u00a0We were wearing flip flops or running barefoot. \u00a0There were people everywhere. \u00a0Loading boxes. \u00a0Holding babies. \u00a0Helping me wash off walls as the rooms got emptied….<\/p>\n

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    About seven or eight David said, “I’m driving down tonight.” The trailer was so loaded he didn’t want to deal with daytime traffic, especially on the 81. \u00a0Let me tell you, stuff kicked in high gear. \u00a0We weren’t even completely loaded. \u00a0I hadn’t packed up the frig stuff because we supposedly weren’t leaving until morning. \u00a0My carefully packed for overnight suitcases got stuffed into the trailer, people started helping me clean out my neglected frig, and other people collected stuff from the shower because suddenly hitting the road took preeminence over cleaning up our stinky bodies.<\/p>\n

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    People helped bathe the girls and I sent all the kombucha and coke from the frig to our vehicles. \u00a0Nice combination, don’t you think?<\/p>\n

    \"Oct<\/a><\/p>\n

    At nine, the people who stuck with us until the very end, circled up in the yard and prayed for our safety. \u00a0I felt a little shaky inside. \u00a0I was exhausted and my adrenalin rush wasn’t present but not quite as big as David’s. \u00a0His was pretty contagious though! I don’t mind driving, but I’m a terrible night driver because I get so sleepy. \u00a0I was a little worried about how the girls would travel, especially Bella, and I was definitely worried about the loaded trailer. \u00a0And then, we were off. \u00a0Adam opted to travel with me and cranked up Adventures in Odyssey which was a great sleep deterrent.<\/p>\n

    We hit heavy traffic that slowed but didn’t stop us on the 81 and then passed through torrential rain for about ten minutes on the 66. \u00a0And after that, it was smooth sailing.<\/p>\n

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    I can’t even describe what it felt like to pull into our driveway a little before one or to wake up the next morning knowing we didn’t have to tackle the drive. \u00a0It’s been the most amazing thing, this coming home. \u00a0I’ve never moved back into a house before and I know it helped so much with us feeling at home right away. \u00a0The house and yard took a beating because of us not being here to maintain it for so long. \u00a0It was terribly disappointing to leave a house that looked like new and come home to a house that needed so, so much care and repair, but it was home. \u00a0I had the strangest feeling the next day as they unloaded furniture and set it up in the living room …. like, did those four and a half years really happen or didn’t they?!<\/p>\n

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    We have loved being back. \u00a0And apparently, Bella loved Virginia, too. \u00a0For whatever reason, less stress for Mommy??? possible mold in the house in Maryland??? she drew a line in the sand the day we moved. \u00a0Every day for a week she became less and less fussy. \u00a0By Monday she was lying down taking naps and sleeping 10-11 hours at night. \u00a0When she was awake, she played happily. \u00a0She literally turned into a dream baby!<\/p>\n

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    Moving back hasn’t been without it’s adjustments. \u00a0 That’s always and always a part of change. \u00a0But over and again we’ve felt confirmation that this is what God wanted for us. \u00a0I feel so grateful<\/em> for the opportunity to once again be surrounded by so many things that make me feel happy. \u00a0Friends. \u00a0Family. \u00a0Church. \u00a0Beauty. \u00a0Connection. \u00a0Resources. \u00a0And so much more. \u00a0I am not soaking in the blessings, but not without pause. \u00a0How can I enjoy fully, yet not selfishly? \u00a0I want to embrace this beautiful gift God has given while still living with intention, generosity, and especially with this level of gratitude. \u00a0Because the truth is, this is a gift from Him! Not something I deserve or for more to demand. \u00a0I never dreamed I’d feel guilty for having such a nice life.<\/p>\n

    \"Oct<\/a><\/p>\n

    “You desire truth in my heart, and in its secret places you will give me wisdom. Make me to hear joy and gladness! Create in me a clean heart and a steady spirit. Restore the joy of salvation and hold me with your generous spirit.” Psalm 51 paraphrase mine.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

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