I shouted and clapped as we drove the rental van from the airport to our "new home". The children stared wondering, I'm sure, what it really means to move.
Here we are. Lucy has traded bites from scorpions for those of ticks. One, buried deep, discovered behind her ear, already dead and pried loose by Dr. Dad. Two new cars. Three rashes. One hornets nest destroyed. Twenty-five days without Internet. Galoshes. New neighbors. A gold star. No-see-ums. James Taylor's bridge. Lilies and pickles from the farmer's market. Lots and lots of visitors. We LOVE visitors.
Here we are the same us: My One, skilled now in his work helping heal the people in the "City of Medicine"; his "star", stilling falling stumbling trying not to dispute this immutable course, serious Seth, then Lucy beginning to bloom, Hazel finally finding language to join the chorus we've created, and lastly our Avery who has no idea what has just happened!
She'll never remember our first month in North Carolina. But, she will remember North Carolina.
Much much more to come.