adieu Fort Mill Ward

When we first arrived to the Carolinas our second daughter was born. She was 9wks. old and she is now 12.
Our move to NC was exciting. We were living in an apartment and building our first home. We decided we would make big changes spiritually. We set new goals, life changing goals. No caffeine, no going out to eat on Sunday and no tv shows on Sunday and monthly attendance to the temple. In the beginning these goals were killers. I longed for a Dr. Pepper or a cheerwine. But as time went by it soon became second nature to resist these things. For our children, it has never been an issue because they had never succomed to any of these.
(I'm not saying those are wrong or bad, just saying for us. We needed to stretch ourselves)
Once they became easy we then stretched ourselves further. We increased temple attendance and service.
WE entered NC as weak and wounded birds and we learned how to fly and soar higher here. We met great friends here and many have had to fly away also. We have been in 3 different wards and we have never moved! LOL.

What a wonderful place to have built our nest for 11 years. Our wings were clipped and injured and needed to be nursed this past year when the ugly trial of unemployment hit. We have grown stronger and have soared even higher through the nurturing and wind of our home ward and stake. I feel less like a goose and more like an Eagle. Our ward family has been a blessing to us beyond words, during this time. More than offering aide or assitance but offering substance and faith building works, and genuine concern and friendships.

I hate good byes, I hate last meetings or the finality of anything. They make me itchy and uncomfortable like wearing a wool sweater.

We had fallen and were caught into a nest that was already prepared and fluffed and cleaned. WE were nursed back to better strength and now I pray as we enter into our new ward that they too will catch us well. I have a sneaking suspicion that we will.

Mr.Incredible asked a few men from church to help him move a few things on Friday. I'll be darned they moved everything! come Saturday when there were many helpful faces there was just about 2 hours worth of packing left. Bill Fox is king stacker and he managed to pack us in so tightly that we used 42ft of our 53ft trailer. WOOHOO! I reminded Mr. Incredible that we do not have a dining room set and three of us do not have bedroom furniture so if any of these are bought or given be prepared to use every bit of a 53ft trailer for our next move. WHAT? NEXT move??? let me wash my mouth out with SOAP!