Okay, dear ones! We are officially moved to Bolivar. We are temporarily in a house while we wait to close on the home we are buying but all of our belongings are in the home already. We plan on closing on Friday the 13th and then starting to live there on Saturday the 14th. Things have gone remarkably smoothly and we praise God for the undeserved care of his children! Tender is still in Indiana finishing up her Ivy Tech English course. Some of her dearest friends will be driving her here on the 20th of December. She has not seen the house we bought. We are hoping to have it set up pretty well by the time she arrives with her friends. Right now I am posting this on our desktop which is set up in this house that we are staying at! I am listening to Robert wrestle and pummel the boys in the other room and Bryse is likely emailing friends on her phone, arguing about Marvel movies! ; ) We are attending a church here that we hope to join soon and we are loving it. I think that I have cried at least once a day since we left in grief over leaving friends and brothers and sisters in Christ back in the Louisville area. This, I think, may be our most difficult move yet, emotionally speaking. For the drive here Robert drove his truck with the two cats and Wild Man and The Boy. And I drove the van with Hulk, Hurricane, Bug, and the dog. The drive was great! It went remarkably smooth when you are traveling in such a way, except for one cat pooping on a truck seat. One big casualty in this move has been Moose-y. He was lost in mid-October. I don't know how many hours I spent searching for him. So many. We knew that he was somewhere at the house. We ordered a new one for him that is identical except it has been loved on by Bug four years less time. He loves "New Moose-y" but still grieves "Old Moose-y". With us having moved officially there is no more searching for Old Moose-y. I left a picture of him for the new owners just in case he is found outside in the spring by them (even though I searched every inch outside over and over). But it is definitely a closed door that feels final. I have been really emotional about it as we haven't lost ANY of the other kids' baby lovies. : ( So you will notice in pictures below him holding a decidedly cleaner and perkier, new Moose-y. The other night he asked me out of no where (very near tears), "Is God taking care of Old Moose-y?". To which I started trying to cry! I told him that God new just where Moose-y was and cared. He said, "He has arms and picked him up?" I told him that God doesn't have a body like us but he said "He has arms, and picked him up." and I said, "Yes, sure he did!" and then I left the room and had a good cry.
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