Sometimes life is challenging.
Sometimes life is difficult.
Sometimes life requires you stretch beyond your comfort zone,
And sometimes life is just plain old, dad gum hard for no apparent reason.
Can we just be real for just a second
and take a minute to set aside our FaKebook life,
now, would you please repeat after me…
real life is hard,
family is hard,
motherhood is hard,
marriage is hard
and I/we are normal.
And then when life adds a move (or any other number of chaotic life things) to the mix we have to take a minute to confess…
new schedules are hard
new homes are hard
new jobs are hard
new schools are hard
new teachers are hard
new kitchens are hard
new pantries are hard
new neighbors are hard
new friends (or the lack there of) are hard
new gyms/grocery stores are hard
new trash/recycling days are hard
new Costcos/Targets/Home Depots are hard (seriously… the struggle is real, I really wish I could use google maps inside all of these places. Why can’t they all be set up exactly the same?)
The point of all this whining you ask…?
Well, I guess the point is to say that even when you are “going home” or “living the dream” life is still hard and there are still real life struggles.
Sometimes these struggles require us to check out and hunker down.
Sometimes there is a season of quiet,
and bracing for impact.
That is where we were.
There have been plenty of things I wanted to post and blog about but something inside me said, “not now, not yet.”
So here I am, 12 weeks into this crazy new season of ours and ready to share!
Sidenote… Truly, I have been so grateful for the many of you that have reached out and inquired about my season of quiet.
We are okay. We were just adjusting.
We definitely went through some stuff… apparently moving can require you to more unpacking than just the physical boxes (more on that later).
In the meantime…
We are here establishing the new Spratt Pack Headquarters and I can’t wait to tell and show you more!
I don’t even know where to start… but here are a few highlights:
– The school adjustment process for the kids has be dumbfounding… in a good way! Glory to God!!! Moving a 6th grader and 1st grader was nothing short of nerve-racking but the kids did AHHH-mazing! They had some awesome teachers and have already made some great friends.
– We LOVE our new house and neighborhood. We never thought anything would compare to our precious and beloved Ken Caryl, and although it is nothing like the KC… it is perfect for who we are and where we are in this present time.
(Not going to lie, I will miss the deer/elk and the summer rain… hopefully we can experience both when we visit Colo this summer!)
– We are officially a diaper free house! Yep, little Miss is now proudly sporting some big girl chonies! In true MG fashion… it was all in her time and her decision. In fact, I had very little to do with the entire process… this is her world, we are all just living in it.
– We have found the most amazing church! Seriously though… all 6 of us LOVE it! Youth group, Christian Karate, bible studies, engaging Sunday morning talks, awesome children’s programs and an amazing outreach (more here too, stay tuned!) But fo’ real, it has been such a life line!
– Also, mid April, my baby sister got married… it was the real life Sweet Home Alabama story and I couldn’t be happier for her. (Maybe I can convince her to share her story with all of you… it’s really that good. Like, they already made a movie about it, she’s just living it out.)
– About ten days after the wedding and only 6-7 weeks-ish after the big move, Shane and I went to Italy for about 2 weeks!!! It was the honeymoon we couldn’t afford 8 years ago and a defibrillator to our marriage.
(Well, shoot… we have a lot of catching to do! More about all that later too!)
Life has been hard and pretty good
and pretty hard and super great
and super hard and mostly awesome.
That said, the soul searching and God wrestling that was done in the last 12 weeks has been crucial to me and my story/to us and our story. As always, I am/we are a work in progress.
I am/we are still imperfect.
I/we will still mess up.
I/we will still need to usher an apology from time to time.
But I am me, we are we and I am/we are stronger than the last time I shared from the heart.
So, here I am in SoCal…
loving life and being completely displaced all at the same time.
I can’t wait to start the conversation with you again!
I miss you.
This is not a joke…
Give me the quick update on you.
Better yet… will you please tell me your high and low since March?
I am eagerly anticipating your comments!
Did I mention that I miss you???
It’s a little lonely over here in this new land… help a sister out, will ya?
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