If I never see another moving box again it will be too soon. I can't believe how much
I believe in prayer. Let me 'splain. No, there is too much. Let me sum up.
We prayed specifically for a 4 bedroom home in a nice neighborhood with a room for us to do school. That's what we got. It's so nice to have the extra room. Our neighbors helped us unload the truck and are very friendly. The mountains are gloriously close. The streets are lined with trees and well-kept yards. (Except ours, but we will work on that!) Pictures will be coming! Jeremy, Sam, Elise and BOTH cameras are at Zion's this weekend.


I was feeling very overwhelmed the week before we moved. It all happened so fast. Unfortunately, I'm not very good at asking for help. My dear, sweet, wonderful in-laws drove all the way down from Washington state to help us. We could not have managed without them. I'm so touched by their love for us and willingness to sacrifice on our behalf.


We also have some terrific friends who helped us load up the truck, brought some DELICIOUS peach cobbler by, clean, and watched my little ones so that we could get more done. Jeremy's BIL and nephew drove down to help us move in. Our home teacher spent the whole day helping us move from one place to the other! I'm so thankful for such true friends and family! They are proof to me that Heavenly Father is listening to my prayers. I'm also very thankful for all the offers of help and prayers on our behalf. I sometimes don't feel very deserving of such kindness, but I'm very grateful.

