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Picture Color – Day 14

Well, we are here.  Our house is 95% unpacked.  Something that you are desperately looking for seems to always be in the last box that you unpack.  In this case, we are looking for our silverware.  Tonight, I cooked our first dinner in our new home.  Thank goodness for plastic forks.  I was so glad to eat real food.  And to be back in my kitchen.  The kids are spending their days riding bikes with the 15 kids that make up a 6 house stretch.  There are always kids riding their bikes in front of my kitchen window.  I love it.  Tomorrow, I am going to make some popsicles.  I want to be the house that the kids come to for popsicles.  I went to the farmers market this morning.  It is a cute little market, so unlike the craziness of the California farmers markets.  By the time I left, I knew the name of the woman who grew and picked the flowers pictured above.  Her name is Joy.  I bought a few things at her booth, and she was so sweet, she held them so that I would not have to carry them while I did the rest of my shopping.  People in Kansas are so nice.  Everyone I have met has been friendly and warm.

Last night, as we tucked the kids into bed, we went downstairs to collapse on the couch.  A bit later, Wes heard the sound of crying from upstairs.  It was Will.  He was crying because he wanted to go home.  Even though he was sleeping in his own bed, he said it did not feel right.  It breaks my heart.  Change is hard.  For all of us.  I know that he will adapt, and during the daylight hours, he loves it here.  They miss their old lives.  Their friends.  I do too.  But we said goodbye to it.  We will have new lives.  New friends.  For now, I am happy that the 5 of us are together, somewhat settled, and still looking for the forks.