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Miss A attended her last day of school and third grade on June 8th. One thing that we will definitely miss about Wisconsin is her school. She has had a great four years there. It was first school she went to. Miss A had a wonderful start to kindergarten with an amazing teacher. I remember trying to run through alphabet sounds with her and beginner words and she would just start asking me about everything else. By the end of kindergarten, her teacher had her reading books without assistance. I was impressed and I believe that definitely set the tone from there. Her reading has been much further ahead and now after a productive third grade year and another great teacher, her math skills are stronger. She has not had a teacher we have not loved and I am hoping the pattern continues when we move.

From her classmates, her teachers, and other staff and faculty at the school, everyone tells us how kind, polite, and helpful she is. They say that we raised her right, but I always laugh it off. I laugh because I know that is genuinely her nature; it has nothing to do with me. She has taught me quite a bit herself. I am very proud of her and I am sure her dad is as well. As we get ready for this new adventure ahead, I am hoping that her sunshine-like disposition stays bright and full.  I know she will miss her friends, but I do believe it should not be too bad for her to make new ones. She is so easygoing and sweet. I am going to do all that I can to help make this as smooth of a transition as possible.

We have many memories and I plan to include as many as possible in her scrapbook.

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It has been a couple of months now since we received the news that we would be moving. I documented our move to Wisconsin on the blog a bit, and I think I will do the same this time. The last time we moved from Alabama to Wisconsin was in March 2013. A few years or so later and we are about to do it again with an extra child in tow. Right now, my nerves about the move are not so bad. The only worry was finding a place to live that fit our criteria.

It just so happened that a few more houses became available the night before we flew in and during the weekend. Our realtor has been the best so far. She and I have been on the same page as far as what would or would not be a good fit for us. After scouring the listings online, missing sleep, making one offer miles away and going to see 12 – 15 properties in the area in person, we finally found a house that felt like it could be our home. It just felt like us. We made our offer after seeing it twice and by Sunday we got word that it was accepted.

Even after getting the news and signing a contract, I am still a bit nervous about the rest of the process. Not sure how that works coupled with the notion that I also feel relieved. In the midst of all these decisions, we have done our best to keep the kids occupied. We took them to Chuck E. Cheese, to check out the reservoir, and found a pretty neat park.

I am hoping and praying for more positives along the way.

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On Mother’s Day, the first person I think of is my mama. My thoughts go to all of the good memories and the memories that made me who I am today and the memories that shaped the way I think about life. I am so thankful for her, especially knowing that so much of her is infused into my life. I can remember some of the more challenging moments and how I tried my best to be a good daughter and be there and I always hope that she knows I love her.

I remember how she would wake us up on Saturday mornings by busting through the door of our rooms with the vacuum cleaner. If Ma was up, we were all going to get up. It was time to clean up and get ready for the day. On Sunday mornings, she would make us breakfast before getting us up and making us go to church. As I got older, I would say “you keep making me go and when I am older, I won’t want to go because I’m being forced now.” She didn’t care. We still had to get up and go. She was the “Sheriff.” I am pretty sure now if she demanded me to do something, I would do it without question. (lol!) She taught me how to iron my pleated uniform skirts perfectly and how to get my white blouses pressed to her liking. The only way to do things was the right way. There was no other way with her. I used to think this is so hard and why does it have to be and now I know there was a much bigger lesson that I was not seeing. My mama loves and she loves hard. Each morning or afternoon (sometimes both), I call her for our daily talk. We talk about everything and nothing and it just feels good to hear her voice on the other end of the line. My children, my sister’s children have a great grandmother. There is nothing I have seen her unwilling to do for them.

I love you Ma!! I hope that you are having a wonderful day on this Mother’s Day. From our little family in Wisconsin, we are sending you lots of love and hugs.

 

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