I could write a very humorous book about all it took for our family to officially begin our journey West. Despite the lost storage keys, trips to the DMV, power outages, and MULTITUDINOUS trips to a lovely U-HAUL location called “Backyard Treasures,” we managed to pull out of Dothan only one day behind our (already-pushed-back-once-by-choice) date.
That last parenthetical note occurred because Jeremiah decided he might want to be in at least one of the girls’ rehearsal dinner video pictures–at the beach as a child. And, since Dothan is only an hour and a half from some of the most beautiful beaches on earth….And since they may soon be covered in oil…And since our friends who have been in Vermont doing residency for the past five years invited us…we took one last journey down:
Then, after that fun, we began the fiasco of organizing and loading (for the 3,756th time) a trailer. We reached a low point last night, when we realized at around 8pm that it would be pointless to begin our journey at the weary state we’d reached. So, we decided (against our pride and our families’ jokes) that we would just start bright and shiny this morning.
We went to bed defeated, but awoke on the farm to something pretty amazing:
Little Hope, the horse I like to ride at the farm, had her long-anticipated baby boy.
He was so beautiful and sweet and smart, we could hardly leave–still 🙂
And a successful birth felt like just the right way to begin such a life-altering journey.
At 8:30 am on July 15th, we pulled out of the driveway. SIXTEEN hours later–at 12:30 am on the 16th we finally arrived HERE–tucked away in a hotel in Indianapolis, Indiana. We had LOTS of lil’ stops and good-byes between Dothan and Nashville, but each one was sweet. The girls were pretty perfect, and we never even had to turn on a DVD player…It can’t last long can it :)? This is their first time to ever stay in a hotel–perhaps that’s why Jeremiah let us stay somewhere that I’m willing to let my arms make contact with the comforter 😉 He normally likes to build my immunities during our hotel adventures.
Besides the fact that we discovered, as dusk settled on us, that the running lights on our U-Haul didn’t work…leaving us with no choice but to drive the last 200 miles with our flashers blinking, things are going well. Pray we don’t have to wait forever for a repairman to come fix our lights in the morning. Pray even harder that we don’t have to UNLOAD AND RELOAD THIS SLAM-JAM-PACKED-FULL TRAILER.
Still smiling after Day 1. Mainly thankful to have our little family all together…Good-short-night.