Well, it's official. Saturday we slept in our new house! I was a little restless, tossing and turning. Change does that to me. Starting over is hard. We went to bed at 1 am and had church at 8:30 am, the next morning.
I prayed and prayed that I would have positive feelings about our new ward, that people would be friendly, genuine, etc., and just like every ward we've ever lived in, this was no different. It was wonderful! I had such strong impressions of sincerity, humility, spirituality, kindness. I felt that I could easily embrace this ward and grow here. Ben even met a guy who lived next door to him while attending Ricks College, who now teaches Political Science at the college. Small world. They invited us over for dinner and FHE next week. Another couple offered to give us as many raspberry starts as we needed for our garden. Little things make such a difference. I came home filled with gratitude and optimism.
Last night was much better. Everyone slept well, we woke up and had a wonderful breakfast together. We decided not to have TV at the house. Will was sitting on the couch, looking outside at the empty field and trees, and said, "Look, Mom, the sky starts out pinkish-orange, then it gets bluer and bluer." The sun was coming up and he's usually watching PBS. Not today. Today, he watched the sunrise. Moments like that help me believe that very soon this will feel like our home.
Hope. What would we do without hope?