Found

Last summer, we moved our stuff from a big space to a smaller one, because we wanted to live more simply and because we wanted to save money and pay stuff off, and because our nest is emptying out for good - at least for now. It was one of the best decisions we've ever made. Smaller. Simpler. Sweeter.


Somehow, this smaller approach to life has expanded my world.


Soon, I'll be moving again. Yep. I'll be packing up my blog and moving from this place, over to Wordpress. I have no idea what I'm doing, and there are lots of backstage logistics to consider. Thankfully, I have friends who know logistics.

Lyla knows logistics. She and I were on Skype the other night and I was picking her brain about Wordpress and theology and life and disco music, and somehow we started talking about that time I lost my blog.

I told her it was awful. And the worst thing about it all was missing you. My friends. I know I've said it before, but you mean the world to me. When I lost my blog, I thought I'd lost you.

Lyla said, "But we all found you. Your friends found you," and when she said it, it was all I could do to keep from crying, and I told her so.

I'm sitting in a coffee shop, typing out these words. Michelle sits across the table from me, and I read her post and the comments there and I have to get up to get a napkin to wipe away the tears. We're just typing and trying not to eavesdrop on the conversation going on at the table next to us, and it feels like we've known each other all our years.