Wait wasn't I just here? Didn't I just do this??!! We're moving AGAIN. I mean, really?? The paper cuts from boxing up stuff during our last move haven't even healed yet! Ahhh..c'est la vie. This move has actually been a lot more organized and a lot less stressful. And since Skylar is working, all the packing and cleaning have landed in my lap. One more day in the Gila Valley. I have to say that I really will miss it. It's beautiful here. We have friends and family here. It's barely started to show a little bit of the monsoon rain that we so desperately need. Let me tell you, when it rains in the Gila Valley, there is nothing like the smell. I wish I could bottle it up and take it with me wherever I go. It's beautiful. I'm going to miss walking out my door and seeing the beautiful Mt. Grahm looming over the valley. I'll miss a lot of things about this place, but there are also wonderful things where we're going. Like, my wonderful family. And Skylar's wonderful family. We're so blessed to have our families live so close together. Just an hours drive and we can spend time with either one. But, us moving also means that Skylar's time to leave is just lurking around the corner. Even when it comes down to the day he leaves, I still think I'll be in denial about the fact he's going to be gone for two months..then some. We've waited so long for it, and now it's here. And time is FLYING by. Sometimes I panic. But then I think about what an awesome opportunity this is. We're going to meet amazing people, and see amazing places. It's something that will open doors for Skylar that he never would have had otherwise. I'm grateful. So grateful for my amazing husband and best friend who works so hard and is going forward into this brand new life with no fear, just determination. We're so excited. But first things first...got to pack some more boxes...
Ok. I wasn't going to do this. I wasn't going to do this because everyone has done this, but then I thought, I made this blog for this reason. So here goes....I am a reader.
Since I was little, reading has been one of the main things that brings me absolute happiness. I become completely absorbed, and am usually heartbroken when I finish a book because I don't want it to end. When I find a book that actually pulls my mind into the story, I would rather read than eat or sleep. I started reading Harry Potter when I was about ten. I was in a book store, when my mom pointed the Sorcerers Stone out to me. I think I read it in a couple days. Every year following, I was in Show Low at midnight waiting for the next book. I would read it all the way home, and keep reading once I was there. Harry Potter was my childhood. It was what I would look forward to year after year. Until the final book was released. I remember finishing the final book, and feeling ridiculous because I was sobbing. The movies were fantastic. I loved them. But, the books will always hold a special place in my heart. It's not the end of Harry Potter for me though. I will read them again and again, I will read them with my children and grandchildren. So this is not a sad post about Harry Potter being over, just a small dedication to the books that made up my childhood. Not the only books, but the ones that are definitely most remembered and loved.
This past weekend, Skylar and I drove up to St. Johns to attend my littlest siblings baptism. My little sister Amanda is now eight years old. Talk about a reality check. I still see her as this tiny little girl..though she's still a tiny little petite thing. I feel old. I feel like life is flying by and I have to sprint to keep up with it! Besides this weekend making me feel like I am quickly aging, it was so good to spend time with my family. Amanda is such a sweetheart. She's a lot like I was in some ways. She's definitely not afraid of much. She has absolutely no fear of any kind of animal. She knows how to play hard and get dirty, but she's also a girly girl...picky about what she wears, how her hair is done, pretty, pink, sparkly..etc. I love her to death. She's so much fun to be around. I'm so glad I got to be there for her special day.
This post contains a personal experience I had last night. I'm not a constant dreamer. I don't have dreams often while I sleep, vivid or otherwise. But, last night I can say that I had the most vivid dream I've had in a long, long time. Skylar and I were talking before we went to bed about moving in less than a month and the fact that he won't be working the month before he leaves. It's scary to both of us, and last night we weren't sure if we could do it. We said a prayer and went to bed. I still felt uneasy. After lying there for what seemed like forever, I fell asleep. They say dreams only last a matter of minutes, even though they can feel really long. In my dream, I heard this song my Grandma Turley used to sing. You are my sunshine. It's been about six years since she's passed away, and while I'm awake, I struggle trying to remember her voice. But, in this dream I knew immediately that it was her. I have one really distinct memory of her singing this song to me. I was staying with her for a week during one summer, and I was homesick the first night. I was little, so I wanted my mom. My Grandma rocked me and sang me that song. To this day, hearing that song makes me cry and miss her so much it hurts. I heard this in my dream, and it had the same calming effect that it had when I was little and missing my mom. I woke up at peace. My Grandma was the most beautiful, loving, selfless, and caring person I have ever known, and she still is. She came to me in a dream to calm my fears, and I am thankful for her. I don't have experiences like this one often, but I will never forget it.
