do you remember that time?

Do you remember that time when we had a three month old and a two year old, and we packed up all our stuff, put our house on the market, and moved across the country? Remember how Cohen wasn't even sleeping through the night then? Remember how we'd wake up every morning and spend every single minute working on the house and packing? Do you remember how Jen, Cohen, and Jude all got bad colds in the middle of all of it, and do you remember how after the boys went down every night we'd spend our time spackling, painting, packing, and taping?

Do you remember that adventure? Remember how we went to bed every night more exhausted than the night before, but we woke up every morning with new energy (even though we were up a good portion of the night with Cohen)? Remember how loved and encouraged we felt when people just offered to come help us pack, paint, and love on our boys...even during the holidays? Remember how we'd set a deadline when we would both stop our projects - even if we still had a million things to do - we'd grab a snack or some hot apple cider, and we'd snuggle and watch Hulu together? Do you remember how we never really felt fearful or worried? We were either too naive to realize how huge a task we were undertaking, or we were resting in the confidence that God was leading and guiding us.

Remember that time? Yeah, that was crazy.