promises, promises…
When we told the girls that we were moving to Florida, I promised them that they could have a party with their friends before we left. Today was the day that I kept my promise. Between 3 and 5 this afternoon, there were 10 little girls running amok in my house. Laura had friends over for her birthday party last weekend so today’s bash consisted of Abigail and Hattie’s friends. Laura was the go between. As the girls split themselves into two groups, Laura played mediator darting back and forth relaying plans and secrets. Some of the girls were dressing up in our myriad of princess gowns, some were running around outside. There were lots of laughs, a few tears and even more squeals of delight. At the end of the 2 hours, the girls were picked up one by one until it was down to our three. Abigail, Hattie and Laura were left hungry, smiling and exhausted.
This move is bittersweet for all of us. We have loved Anderson. We have made life long friends that we will miss wholeheartedly. But the job is too good to pass up. It is a bright opportunity in a cloudy economy and all five of us are thankful for it.
The girls have been in bed less than an hour and they’re already well into the snoring competition. Score 1 for Mom!