Emotionally, I cannot deny that I am glad to go home.
But I cannot deny that it is hard to leave.
I hate leaving. I'm tired of saying goodbye.
2.5 days of school left.
18 days until we load the truck
23 days until we arrive in Texas
I don't want to live by countdowns, but I'm afraid old habits die hard.
In less melancholy tones:
David graduated! Have I mentioned that not only Dave, but Luke and Mark also got full scholarships? We're very proud!
This is the second incarnation of my haircut. Needs to be shorter in the back, imho.
Hellooooo fatty. Get some sleep, yo. See next picture.
We're into green smoothies these days....this one not looking so green, but spinach gets squashed with all that, er, heavy watermelon right, on the top, there.
Doncha love the big pink bow? And the sideways pupils?
I got a job as a school nurse at an elementary school in Texas and I'm beyond thrilled about that. We've had a struggle this year, but living near Missy, Scott and kids, making dear friends, and gaining experience- has made it very worthwhile.
We don't regret coming at all.
And (cover your eyes Floridians)
as Emma said:
"We really are more Texas people than Florida people."