I guess now is as good a time as any to try to get back on the blogging horse once again -- especially since now we live far, far away from our parents and they're pretty much the main readers of this thing anyway.
So, we moved.
Seattle, to be exact.
It's a little crazy to say (or in this case, type) out loud.
I'm still processing, I suppose.
Before we took off, my insanely talented and lovely and wonderful and magical (I could go on and on and on and on) sister-in-law Dianna threw us the going-away party of the century.
It was perfect, down to every little detail.
We're talking a custom photo booth, tattoos, pinata, fishing wall -- the works.
We were completely overwhelmed by how many of our family members and closest friends came to bid us farewell. I just wish we'd been able to get photos with everyone.
I've said it before, I'll say it again: we are the luckiest.
Di set up a little table where guests could write a message and stick it in a bottle for us to take with us to Seattle.
After the party, Reece and I sat and read the notes.
The result was equal parts laughing and crying.
We really are the luckiest.