Wife and A Life at 30 (+)!: Home.

MARCH 14, 2017: Home. What does home even mean? I am sure I have wrote a blog about this once already, maybe I find myself reflecting on it for 1. We have been through so much, tossed here and there, staying in this little home to the next. or 2. I often question if we are where we should be, it this where we really should put our roots? and 3. Sometimes you find yourself in a rock and hard spot being away from some family.

So, Home...Too some it's where they are from, their actual home they live in, where their family is etc. To me/us home has become so much more. It has a whole knew meaning a new definition. I feel fortunate that we have experienced what we have experienced in ordered to know what home really means.

When we spent a year in Utah, not even the year... just spending 10 weeks inpatient in the hospital, people would always say, "it's going to be so nice to get out of here." Well, No not really because we are leaving without the 2 most important little beings of our lives. And then that stay extended to over a year in Utah and we would here the same, "it's going to be so nice to be home." Was it nice yes, but something happened it that year we were gone. We grew, we gained a strength most will never know, we learned that if needed we could live in a tent and that is home. We spent 10 weeks inpatient on bedrest, and we remained a family. We stayed at the Ronald McDonald house, we remained a family. From there a studio apartment, to a small 2 bedroom, and we made it our home, this was where we brought our kids to for the first time. No, I didn't get to bring them "home" to their sweet nursery that we had prepared. Instead, Zoe came "home" to the RMD house. Zayne came home to our little apartment... and this was "home." Perfect in our eyes. Perfect because we were a family of 5.

From there, home to Bozeman. But things changed. Our hearts in Utah. We are now sure and convinced we could live in a tent, a cardboard box, and call it home. We can make it and we can survive the circumstances.

So why this blog. Less than 2 months after moving into our new home here in Bozeman, (Utah almost became our home.) Our kids flooded the house. Not just a little flood either. It required all new hard wood floors 800+ square feet, sheet rock repair, and carpet in 2 bedrooms. We didn't even finally get to move in until now! After Christmas when we got home, things were suppose to be done and they weren't, I told Andy, I am having my own pity party and I freaking deserve it.

So, we get home from a wicked long Christmas trip to Minnesota to find our house isn't done and we now need to leave yet again for 4 days. And...so we do. And again, it proves to us that are "home" is wherever it's the 5 of us. I am certain that not many can or do experience this. But if it were a cabin in the woods (fingers crossed), a trailer, a tent, a cardboard box, we will survive I can promise you that.