Things will work out

Firstly, Luke's surgery went great. They only needed to patch one hole and remove one tube. He came out of anesthesia like a wild man, still drunk on his "kids margarita" and entertained us for a while before returning to his normal self. But all went well and he'll go back to get checked out next week.

I haven't wanted to blog lately because with so much going on behind the scenes that I wasn't allowed to talk about, I was having a hard time imagining what I could write while avoiding the huge topic that has kept us so occupied this past week and a half.

Maybe a month or so ago, I was already in bed, very near dreamland, when Dan came in and said,

"I did something crazy! I just applied for a job."

I don't know what my groggy reply was but I remember the last thing he said before I was asleep was, "It's in Dallas." And apparently that was a comforting enough thought to drift off to.

Living near my parents almost feels like a mirage in the desert.

Then again, the likelihood of receiving an interview, let alone an offer from a cold online application is pretty far fetched. From all appearances, this company seems amazing. Once I was awake enough to ask some questions I remembered seeing it on one of Yahoo's top ten places to work lists. I even remember showing it to Dan and asking why he couldn't work there. He told me that could never happen because they are really hard to get into.

But two weeks ago, they called to set up an interview. He flew back and forth to Dallas on a Friday. On Monday they called with a final question and told him they'd be calling again in a couple of days with an offer. Wednesday they offered him the job, with a deadline of acceptance on the following Monday. It was a weekend of lots of thinking, praying, fasting, and temple attending.

When we listed out the pros and cons, the choice seemed so easy. When dangling the carrot of living by my parents in front of my face, it seemed clear.

But we did not want to make our decision based on either of those alone. We really wanted a confirmation of our decision. And we got it. It was perfectly clear to both Dan and I that we were to move. And while we anticipate the stress and the struggle in the short term, we are reassured that the long term benefits will be worth it.

Dan is scheduled to start in 3 weeks. That makes us slaves to a very tight time line. There is so much that has to happen in these 3 weeks that I can't even begin to imagine how it will all work out. But it will. One way or another, it will work out.

One of our biggest concerns over this decision has been Ava, and changing schools, and starting kindergarten all over again, just when she is finally "used to it". But again, I know this is what is best for our family and I keep telling myself, things will work out.

There are a lot of things to look forward to, but by no means is this going to be an easy move. There is so much to miss. I've already started the list in my mind, but I should save it for another day. I have done very well at keeping my cool so far, but I know if I started the list I'd only end up in tears. Katy and our home have been a wonderful place for us.