The last month and a half have been more than a little bit crazy. We finally closed on our house, spent a few nights on an air mattress until our stuff could be delivered, and have been living in a city of boxes ever since. Most of the boxes have been unpacked and our list of things we need to make things organized is continuing to grow. We are loving, loving, loving all the room we have. Sure, the basement doesn't have any furniture really unless you count the gun safe and treadmill and the rest of the boxes, but the boys can spread out and be in more than two rooms.
The town is great. Everyone is so incredibly friendly and welcoming. I don't know if it's like that for anyone or just because we've spent countless hours weeding, mowing, watering, and cleaning. It's finally starting to look like we live here.
The boys have already made great friends and seem to be genuinely happy we are here. Tom's already participated in a two-day football camp that helped him get a bit more out of his shell and meet other sixth graders before he starts school. He gets to play tackle football this year and practices start next week. It was a bit crazy for me to take him to sign ups and leave with pads and helmet and practice uniform. How can he be old enough for this?
The first week at church we were walking home and Dylan asked when we got to go back. He didn't think 3 hours was quite long enough. All three boys have really loved their Primary classes and Tom and Logan have great scout leaders and they each meet with about four or five boys which seems about perfect.
If I could only have someone come and hang all the pictures in the house so they look good or better yet bring new artwork with them, I think it would be about perfect here in Meadow!
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