you are 7.5, 4.5 and almost 3 yrs. Your Daddy and I have made a huge, life-altering, paradigm-shifting, stunningly surprising decision this month. We are moving home - to Mama's home - the Beach. One Day you will undoubtedly wonder what caused this chain of events - what made us choose this path - what enticed us to leave a perfectly good, sweet life on this Mountain to move to the Beach.
I try to answer your questions now in age-appropriate ways, to let you emote and complain and sort through your thoughts while pointing out exciting surprises that await you there. And I know without doubt - as well as I know whose voice calls me from your room at night, as well as I know how much you each weighed when you were born - that once we have moved there will be more emoting, more complaints (though I hope not too many) and more sorting through to be done. But once all of that is passed and you are grown, you will ask One Day "WHY". And I may have forgotten by then but Today, Now it is fresh and crystal clear. Since my hope is to print and bind these blog pages One Day for a tangible record of your childhood, I will explain here.
Once Upon a Time, in the summer of 1997 your Daddy came to visit me at my parent's home (that's Nana and Papa Mustache, married back then) at the Beach where I grew up. I know - that sounds like millenia ago, right? We were 19 years old, if you can fathom such a thing! We were falling in love, each silently wondering if maybe God would let us marry One Day and we did alot of introducing one another to our histories, short though they were. Like a line from one of my favorite movies: "That's what you do when you date - you try people on and see how they fit." (That's from "Sleepless in Seattle", boys.) While visiting me there, your Daddy who already and since time began knew he wanted to be a physician said "That's the kind of hospital I'd love to work at One Day." We married 2 years later. From that point on the Goal was: