It was hard.
It was hard to pack up my entire family and drive the biggest U-Haul they rented ten hours south to Mesa, over New Years, in a snow storm. It was hard keeping the bills paid and food in the house and everyone where they needed to be. All while working full time. With four kids. And the clothes, Oh my gosh the clothes. I look back now and I swear I have no idea how I did it.
Except I do. And His name is Heavenly Father. He got me through it. He got us all through it.
But the funny thing is, is that I wouldn't change any of it. I'm so, so very grateful to be where I am today, and to be married to whom I am married too. And to have his influence in my girls' lives, and to show them a healthy, happy, awesome relationship.
And no matter how thankful I am for the time we got to spend alone, just us five girls in a house.
I can't believe I get to be your Mom. I can't believe that you are all so beautiful. I mean, there is usually at least one plain jane per family, right? Like in my family, it's my brother. But not in our family. You are all delightful and amazing and wonderful.