The last few months have been among the craziest in my life.
But the story begins long before that.
As many of you know, Dave works in the oil industry. And in North America, it seems, eventually, all oil roads lead to Houston.
About 18 months ago, Dave took a new position that moved him to Houston. It was a good career move for him, but a terrible time to move for our family. Because God is good, we had options. We chose, as a family, for the kids and myself to stay in Tulsa. Broder was in the middle of his junior year, Sunny was a cheerleading fool, and I was just a few months into not just a job, but a job I loved.
So Dave rented a tiny little house there. And I stayed in Tulsa.
And that worked out great.
Until it didn’t.
A few months ago, Dave was offered another position within his company. It was THE job he had been working towards his entire career. (Don’t ask me what he does, I really don’t know. He was a bit of a geeky environmental chemist when we met all those years ago, and he will forever be that in my heart, but I am pretty sure he is still making the world a better place)
Quickly, it became apparent that he didn’t have the same flexibility to make trips to Tulsa that he had previously.
And so we talked. (We talk a lot. Well, really, I talk a lot and Dave says ‘Yes, dear’). We talked and talked and talked. With each other. With our kids. With our friends.
And we came to the conclusion that it was time to be together. More than just sometimes.
And so, in a few weeks, Synnove and I will be packing one last load into Dave’s pretty black truck and moving to Texas.
It’s not an easy move. None of the many moves we have made have been easy. But we are confident it is the right move.
In all this, I am thankful.
Thankful for Dave, who supported(and sacrificed for) our decision to stay here until Broder finished high school. Thankful for my job, where I will continue to work (remotely and by coming to Tulsa a couple times a month). Thankful for our crazy little house, which we now turn over to Broder and his friend, Chris. Thankful for friends who have listened to hours and hours of my planning/justifying/whining. Thankful for God’s faithfulness at every turn.
So, come visit us. In Tulsa or in Texas. The coffee is always good. And (I like to think) the company even better.