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Tuesday Update: 05/15/07

Matt and I have made a big decision recently…we are going to officially join our church, and Matt is going to be baptized. We have been talking about it and thinking about it for a while now, and last week were able to sit down and meet with our new pastor to discuss things. It was so nice to have him over and just get to know him better, as well as tell him about ourselves, our faith stories, and Matt’s rehab journey. Sometimes I can’t believe that our lives have taken all these twists and turns…it is incredible when I stop and think about it. We talked a lot about going through this experience and coming through it with faith. While we often times struggle with the whys, it is through faith that we can keep moving forward and trusting that things will work themselves out. It has been proven to us (undeniably) time and time again. So Matt has decided to take a big step forward in his own faith and I couldn’t be more proud of him. Sunday we went forward at church and were greeted with many, many hugs and even a few tears. We are excited to become official members of the church family who has given so much of themselves to us and for us over the past year and a half.

Sunday, after church we went up to Boone for a Mother’s Day dinner with Matt’s parents and grandparents. We enjoyed a lasagna dinner, and conversation out on their patio. Saturday I was able to go to the first farmer’s market of the season with my friend Gina. Des Moines has a wonderful market, and if you’ve never gone you’re really missing out. I love to go and just browse the many plants, baked goods, and various crafts. It was a beautiful morning and I just woke up with a song in my head (Good morning star shine…), so I was happy to take advantage of the good mood and do some things outside. I went to my favorite local greenhouse and bought a ton of annuals for my pots, and spent the rest of the afternoon outside potting and cleaning up the flower beds. Matt joined me on the patio and we both just enjoyed the gorgeous afternoon together. Later his dad came over and fixed up the fence, and joined us for supper.
We’re slowly making our way down the list of projects to do before putting our house on the market. This weekend my sister and brother in law will be coming down to help with more fun clean up projects…yeah! I’m very grateful for the free labor! I think we’re slowly making progress on the house situation too, but we should hopefully know more in the next few weeks (do I sound like a broken record, or what!?). As we get closer to moving though, Matt is starting to get a little sentimental about leaving our house; where he had put so much work and effort into fixing it up. Moving into the new house we will be leaving our home where he had his last memories of the way things were before…the pride he felt in accomplishing projects, the satisfaction he took in personalizing things, the cozy little house we made our home. There are many pieces of him here, and I think he’s starting to feel a little sad to leave them behind. I guess I hadn’t let myself think about those things, but I do think it will be hard for us both to leave…even though it will be good for us in so many ways.


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