we are here

so...
here we are, back on the coast, living in langley. seems hard to believe that in under a year we have moved a province away and had a little girl added to our family. change has never been a strength of mine, in fact i dig my heels in when i hear the word and almost cry on command when it comes in on the breeze...but i guess "they"say that those things that make us hurt inside builds character.

my friend jen said that her son described a fence as looking "tortured", i guess he is right...it has been weathered by storms and dried by the sun...i suppose that our lives are much the same. we encounter heartache and pain, we have moments of peace and stillness, we are grown and repaired, we are mended and "put back together". we have purpose, we have meaning...we are strong with our maker, we are in need of his handy work...we at times feel tortured, but we are well built to withhold that which comes our way, we have to be, we have a job to do.

i have purpose, i am being grown by my maker as we make these changes and build more character under His supervision...so here we are...another change, another great story to tell, another adventure to have.

our drive out was not without its own stories...

i wonder if you can see how many cars are in front of scott (truck) and how long into the night we drove, and i wonder if you know that all those cars drove right alongside us the whole way! coming out of calgary we were in bumper to bumper traffic for as long as the eye could see...and it can see a long way out there. apparently the long weekend is a bigger deal than we thought...but scott said that "not every place is a destination place cor"...so off we set...are you serious...first we hit golden...full...next revelstoke...full (with over 200 baseball teams)...next sicamoose...full...finally salmon arm at three o'clock in the morning...full. our solution, to pull over some place, cause scotts wife is not very happy, and make some sort of sleeping arrangements. first we find a church parking lot...but the citizens police is on us in no time and telling us to get out...next a road way with soft and sinking ground...

finally a piece of grass and we don't care. we put the seats down in the car and sophie and i slept in there. and scott...bless his little heart...slept in the cab of his truck with the console in the middle of his back and his legs bent up to his chest all night long...can you imagine a man who is 6'4 sleeping in the front of a pickup truck? needless to say we were up and at it the next morning with smiles on our faces and off to trinity with bells on.

oh ho...did i mention the wonderful washroom that scott found for me at some crazy time of night? perhaps i don't need to say anything...a picture says a thousands words right...

and yes i did use it! the long and the short of it...scott had to eat his words and admit that he may have been wrong about people going out on the august long...but really what the big deal about that weekend...are we celebrating anything?

anyway, here we are...

sophie is crawling now...started the day before we left lethbridge, i suppose she just decided that this was the way to go cause she is one busy little girl. but like anything, it is not enough for her so she is now in the process of walking...pulling herself up on anything she can get her hands on and trying to move along it.

so this is us for another day...
settling in and getting used to a new pace of life...
hopefully not looking too tortured, but instead used and useful.