Sunday, February 21, 2010
Today makes three weeks in Oregon. I prayed and prayed that we'd stay healthy through the move, and we did (except for Lily's throw-up incidents on the plane).
But now we're all sick. Coughs, runny noses, achey bodies, fevers and little ones complaining of sore ears. It's okay. Illness is inevitable and I'm just so, so glad we avoided it during the weeks before and after the move.
There's definitely been an adjustment period - letting the reality of this change settle in. But I think I can speak for everyone in saying that we're happy here. This new life is feeling more and more normal all the time. We love our house. Work is going well for Nate (for those of you who are not aware, he is building a tax/financial planning clientele pretty much from the ground up). As you might imagine, there's a lot of uncertainty there, but it seems we have daily victories that encourage us to press forward, believing that this really is the right thing for our family. And daily frustrations, too. It's hard being the boss, the secretary, the IT guy, the marketing department...but Nate's dazzling us with his ability to work hard (and long) and multi-task. If you know of anyone who needs an honest tax accountant...
The best thing, by far, about being here is proximity to family. I still get aflutter when the doorbell rings and my mom, or one of my sisters, or my mother in law is standing on the porch. I'm still getting used to the fact that they get to be such regular features in our lives. A treat indeed. Yesterday Nana came over for lunch and then took the kids to the dollar store, it was so fun to visit with her while we chopped veggies and put sandwiches together.
Last weekend we went up to my parents' house for a date night - the kids ate pizza inside while Nate and I headed out to the tennis court for a few games. We had so much fun. So much fun! I can't remember the last time I laughed so heartily. The highlight of it all was when my parents came out in their sweats and we all played doubles - such a hoot! Oh, we love them. I am just so thankful to everyone here who is willing to love us, serve us, help us, feed us, babysit for us.
And I feel especially glad when we get to help/serve them in return...
We got to make dinner for a very sick Nana and her crew earlier in the week and we had Grandpa Eldon over for dinner and Family Night on Monday.
I can already tell that I'm going to feel indebted a lot - especially to my mom. She is such a kind, helpful person. I really just can't say enough about how much I admire her, how wonderful I think she is, how completely I adore her. No amount of homemade bread or cookies or stand-in taxi-ing is going to be sufficient repayment for her kindnesses to me. It's quite a conundrum, really.
The other thing I totally love about being here is that I feel like this is a place where we can really give our children an organic childhood. And by organic, I mean full of dirt and frogs and fishing and animals and garden-grown food and those sorts of things. Henry reminds me almost daily that "March is when I get to go pick up the baby chicks with Grandpa." And that "Summer is when we're going to hike up a mountain with Kate & Hal."
Even the not-so-charming realities of rural life seem enchanting to those of us who so recently emerged from a never-ending labyrinth of toll roads, Super centers & Wal-Greens. Like the other day when a rogue bat flew into my parent's house and we went to all manner of shenanigans to capture it before bedtime.
And we are always curious to see if the trap set on the hill will bring justice to the angry raccoon who committed hen-slaughter in the coop a few nights ago -- all the white feathers by the door of the coop were sure evidence of a kerfuffle. The flock is shrinking, one unfortunate fact of farm life at a time (freezing to death, encounters with predators) - thus the trip to Big R next month for chicks.
Anyway, we love it.
But we do miss our dear friends in Texas terribly. And the library. And Super Target.