Moving on Out

I'm no stranger to moving.  Packing up boxes, cleaning the oven, the blinds, the fridge, living with only the bare necessities until you can unpack again.

Since turning 18 (ten years ago!) I have moved to college and back to my hometown, to another college and back to my hometown, to Bountiful and back, Layton to Bountiful then back to my hometown and then another home in my hometown.

We celebrated Ava's third birthday in her fourth home, our sixth wedding anniversary in our sixth home.

We're moving again, but this time is different.  This time it's a little more scary and a lot more exciting.  This time we can call it our first home.  We bought a house.