You, I, Wind, Land, and Sea

Surely the first post is the most overwhelming, right? I don't begin to know how to begin. Mostly, I'm wanting to blog to record whatever adventures result from my husband of eight years swearing into the U.S. Navy last fall, and I wanted to give myself some months (he leaves in a little over five for boot camp) to get into a groove before I attempt to explain what it's like for him to go away. Two years ago, I'd never have believed that I would ever move away from our relatively safe, quiet hometown, home to both sides of our family, a gorgeous backdrop of mountains, and all of our memories. But when this happened:

-then, well, I had to start warming up to the idea. Don't get me wrong, it wasn't "sprung" on me- we had lots of talks, and though I had some fears about a new life, I genuinely believe that this man can do anything he sets his mind to. He has always been supportive of me living my dream, staying home with our beautiful kiddos (who will each get their own post later), how could I not do the same for him? And like I said, the man can do anything. Except dance. But only when he swore in did I begin to really start opening my mind to the whole scope of it. My roots, so deeply planted, are being pulled up. What's shocking to even me is that I'm getting to be somewhat okay with that. I recite Ruth 1:16-17 to myself a lot:

¹⁶ But Ruth replied, “Don’t urge me to leave you or to turn back from you. Where you go I will go, and where you stay I will stay. Your people will be my people and your God my God. ¹⁷ Where you die I will die, and there I will be buried. May the LORD deal with me, be it ever so severely, if even death separates you and me.”


So, the change, that's why I dare to blog. I hope somewhere in here, someone can find some encouragement when their significant other heads into this whirlwind, or at least can have a laugh at my witty children, random husband, my clumsiness, or utter failure at making things. There's so much to say and explain, but I'm going to save my material and not burn out three posts in...I hope.

**after reading a much better blogger and friend's first post, I remembered to add: thanks for looking! See, bad at this....