Dear Husband, this was our last week together yet, you weren't there. I am really sad. Dear Kaden, my sweet birthday boy. I can't believe you are eight! You are my favorite boy in the whole world and I love you so much. Dear Moving, you really took it out of me. Packing and unpacking and then packing again moving furniture and boxes on trucks off trucks down stairs and up stairs and unpacking again. I am lucky I was not alone. Dear Reno, as we drove away from our home my heart broke and I cried. I can't really describe that kind of sad. I am grateful for the wonderful things there and the wonderful friends I made. Dear Road Trip, if that is what you would call 14 and 1/2 hours in the car with 6 kids and a hurt back. We were so blessed that the kids were so good. Dramamine is priceless. Those last four hours it was either laugh or cry and the kids are so hilarious if you listen to their conversations that we laughed for hours. Dear Sister, forever grateful for you being with me through the hardest time of my life. Dear Family, your love and hugs and welcome mean so much to me. Your helping me unpack and move my stuff and feeding my kids and making sure my little boy had a happy birthday just because you love me makes me cry. And that too, thanks for putting up with all my tears at the drop of a hat or maybe we should say box or chair.ha Dear Self, everyone says things will get better and I am trying to believe them. I made it through the first step, a million more to go.
