The 4th, And now the 5th…

I mentioned on Facebook that this last weekend, 5 years ago, we moved.

A lot has changed in those 5 years, but especially my kids.

I mean, one of them wasn’t even born yet when we came to Louisiana.

 

Every year at this time when I think about this anniversary,  I marvel at how much has changed in our lives.

I think about how I really did not want to come here and honestly, I never thought we’d end up living here this long.

I remember when we came to Louisiana to look for a place to live and Tim made a comment while we were driving around, “Who knows, maybe we’ll end up living here for 20 years.”  Well, we are a fourth of the way there…

 

The boys and I drove in the Friday before the 4th with my mother-in-law, and two days after Tim arrived first.  The house was full of boxes and in a complete shambles (in my eyes).  I have no idea how my nesting instinct did not make me lose my mind.  I guess the fact that I had two little ones to take care of probably helped with that.

 

We didn’t really celebrate the 4th that first year.  We literally woke up in a new place on the first morning, that holiday morning, and I had no idea where anything red, white and blue was, for anyone to wear or to celebrate with.  If I recall we started unpacking and probably got some pizza.

 

But the last four years we have celebrated the birth and independence of our nation (except last year, we were in Canada at the time) and the photos, just like any holiday every year, show how quickly kids grow.

 

I hope you all had a happy and safe 4th.

God Bless America, land that I love.