Wow, time sure flies!

I had planned to write this post on December 30–the day before we moved back to Pearland. However, AT&T in their infinite “helpfulness” (yes, that was very sarcastic and a euphemism) turned off our Internet a day early (eeeks! a day with no internet or home phone! the horror!). So things got put on the back burner.

I have to tell you, as a person who has moved a bit–moving just gets tougher and tougher every time. (This is the third time we’ve moved into this house in the six years we’ve owned it–does that count as moving a lot?) Of course, we’ve “acquired” a family member since the last time we moved and he accounts for a bit of the challenge. And despite several serious purges, we are still brimming with “stuff”. It’s all gotta go someplace! And once that is done, then my poor stepchild of a business gets some much-needed attention.

Are you following me? Am I just ranting? Moving = difficult + kids = more difficult + wanting to get back to shooting other people’s kids = what I would rather be doing instead of unpacking another box of STUFF!!

And have I mentioned the “baby” is now crawling??!! He’s currently on a mission to unplug the phone jack from the wall, disconnecting me from the Internet so I can’t write this post.

And so we come full circle again.

I enjoyed my year in Southeast Texas tremendously. I met some A-Ma-Zing friends who I will love forever and ever.  Big pink puffy hearts, gals! I miss so many things about living there–gorgeous light, a little bit of nature, the sound of the ships passing in the night. (Granted, there are things I am THRILLED to be away from, including all of the crummy appliances in our rental and the washer/dryer located in the garage. ugh!).

I captured this image with my husband’s camera on one of our last days there on a gorgeous evening where he would take our big guy fishing in the kayak and crabbing. I love the sight of the Rainbow and Memorial Bridges.

Farewell, SETX. You were good to me and my family. And I thank you for that.

Well, I guess that about does it for sentimental. Please excuse me as I take a dog bone away from the baby who’s chewing on it.