On February 1st, 2020 my daughter Katie and her kids, Sunny and Thunder moved in. We knew it would be for an extended visit because she was having a new house built and that takes six - eight months.
At least it did at that time.
Then the Coronovirus happened. All of a sudden, our world was very different. The kids' last day of school was March 13, 2020. We had no idea that they would not return for a hybrid schedule until October.
Katie works for a company that contract with AZ DCS which runs group homes for 150+ kids. All of a sudden she was working 12 hour days. I'm thankful that I was available to help with the distance learning, but to say March - May was stressful is an understatement.
In spite of the ups and downs of life during a pandemic, having them live with us has been a huge blessing. It's been fun. I've loved having so much day-to-day life with the Grands (and the grand-dogs!).
Now they're moving out. Into their new home. They're excited. We're excited. I also know that this will be a big transition for me. It's the quiet that will do me in.
When we moved into our home in 2013, I prayed that God would use it as a place of refuge, as a shelter, as a place for our family to be together and thrive. I'm so thankful that we were able to "host" them for the past 287 days.
As for me... I'm going to start re-claiming rooms in my house, decorating for Christmas and, oh I forgot to tell you... the kids' school announced that next week they're returning to distance learning, so I'll be having school four days a week... again.



















































