Well, the military beckons once again for our little family.
This summer = move.
Not a big move mind you, but a move just the same.
We'll be making the trek a whole 30 miles south to D.C.
And even though the move is a short distance away, the process is the same as when we moved from Hawaii to here.
Boxes need to be checked on the military side.
Housing and movers needs to be arranged and set up.
Paperwork needs to be filled out and transitions have to be made.
It's going to be a big summer for us.
Lots of change.
A new home, a new neighborhood, a new job, a new area to get used to, and I'll start homeschooling in August so a new homeschool group.
As excited as I am for the change (it's the military brat in me),
it's a little nerve wracking too when I consider all that needs to be done.
A few days ago, I was officially freaking out.
The list of "to dos" seemed daunting and I felt eager to start crossing stuff off, but alas, there's really not much I CAN do right this moment.
Thus, the freak out.
I decided to run a few errands, get out of the house a bit. Éva came with me.
I drove to Walmart in silence, gazing straight ahead, brain reeling.
And then, Éva started singing.
This has been one of my favorite songs since I was Éva's age and it was exactly what I needed to hear in that moment.
Her sweet voice singing those simple and whole words was like a soothing balm to wrecked psyche.
Out of the mouths of babes, or so it goes.
Éva's intuition kicks in again,
and God continues to use her to teach me just as much as I hope to teach her.