One year ago yesterday, it was monsooning in Dallas/Fort Worth and a huge moving truck was packing up our little house on Jefferson Street. It had to have been the worst possible day to move. Jackson was in child care at our church, I was holed up in the neighborhood McDonald's doing some work, and Curtis was overseeing the packing process. I had never seen it rain like that. Of all days!
There was too much flooding around town and between Irving and Houston to make the drive out of town. All the hotels were booked up because of cancelled flights at DFW airport. We said emotional goodbyes to Janelle and everyone in the church offices that day and headed for Sunni's house. They were sweet to take in our little displaced family on an emotional, stressful, and wet day. She would have been justified in never talking to me again after we brought our nasty, wet dog into their house who had literally been sitting in the downpour for twelve hours.
We spent the night there and the next morning, Jackson, Beckham and I set out for Houston. Curtis stayed behind so oversee phase two of the move. It was a gorgeous, blue day if I remember correctly. Hours later, we met up with him a mile from the house and then pulled up in our new driveway together. It was the end of one wonderful chapter and the beginning of another.
Today I feel grateful and sad. I'm grateful for the life we have here and the incredible things God has done for us in the last 12 months. But I'm sad too. I miss my North Texas friends so much. It's been October since we visited and that was really, really brief. We are planning on visiting in April, but I would need a week to get to see everyone long enough to feel like I was all caught up. I'm not sure what the point of this is. I'm just feeling sentimental today. And I guess I want to say to my friends in DFW, I miss y'all so much! Every single day.
*I detailed the reasons for our move in this post last year if anyone wasn't around back then and is curious.
Here are some pictures of our house on Jefferson Street. This was the first home we owned. It was where we brought our first child home from the hospital. It's what we poured our blood, sweat, tears, and money into for 6 months before we ever moved in. We had a nice little life there, just one block away from our church. God has been so gracious to us.