It Was The Best of Times, It Was The Worst of Times…

Okay, there were really no “worst of times,” it just seemed like a good title.  There were some unfortunate events in our wonderful weekend, but “worst” is the farthest thing from everything that happened in the past few days!

This weekend was one of the happiest, most exciting weekends of our life!  We had fabulous friends help us move into our house (thank you SO much Dan, Laurie, Maggie, Lizzie, Stevie, Tyler, and Karenina!).  We shared pizza and laughter and started unpacking together.  Daniel coached soccer for the weekend tournament.  There was ice cream involved.  It was wonderful!

It also happened to be the weekend before two of Daniel’s biggest finals.  And I caught a cold.  Then gave it to Daniel.  So, between our respective Nyquil comas, moving, Home Depot trips, and U-Haul truck returns, the poor guy tried to study.

We even had our first few study groups at our house (yay for there being space for multiple people to come over!).

The first night in our new house, we didn’t have a shower curtain rod in our bathroom yet and we hadn’t unearthed the curtain itself yet either, so Daniel took a “wall shower,” pressing himself up as close to the wall as he could, so he wouldn’t spray water all over the bathroom (did I mention we hadn’t turned up the water heater yet either?).  We also didn’t have our bed yet, so Daniel slept on the couch cushions (because the couch wasn’t moved to the house yet) and I slept on a twin air mattress.  Daniel thought he’d “save electricity” by turning on the ceiling fan and keeping the window open all night.  I know it’s Tucson and all, but even Tucson gets cold in December in the middle of the night – and we didn’t have any sweatshirts or extra blankets!  Silly man.

At some point during the night, Taco climbed onto my bed and started kneading the mattress.  FYI – cat claws and air mattresses aren’t a good combination.  I sunk quickly to the floor and spent the rest of the night there, turning into a Becky popsicle.

But, when I woke up from our nearly-sleepless night, I took in the entire scene.  I could see the gentle waves of the pool from where I was lying.  The early morning light was pouring into our still-coverless windows.  Boxes were in every corner.  Chance was soaking in the sunshine by our sliding glass door and Taco was perched at the end of my quite-deflated bed.  Daniel was still fast asleep next to me…

and I couldn’t have been more grateful. 

I love our little family.  I love our friends.  I love our new house.  I love our crazy, sometimes slightly bumpy, but always blessed life.