If you know my family personally or if you follow my blog on social media, then you’ve probably heard we’re moving.
My husband recently accepted a new job and we are moving away from East Texas and back home to South Louisiana. We have always felt like transplanted Cajuns here, even though growing up in Houston leaves me with no accent whatsoever! But my family is all from Louisiana–my dad’s first language was Cajun French, in fact.
Avery Island, Louisiana
My husband and I on a little getaway in South Louisiana two years ago. Now we’ll get to live near this place!
By the way, there were alligators right behind us as we were taking this picture. Don’t believe me?
My husband kept saying “Choot ’em, Gabby!”
We have wanted to be close to family so that grandparents can attend ballet recitals and we can be there for the births of little nieces and nephews. With this new job, we’ll be an hour away from the bulk of our family, though I do have family in the city where we are headed. It’s kind of amazing, actually.
My aunt is so excited about babysitting our kids, and we are so excited about getting a date night from time to time.
And we’re excited about crawfish and not having to spell out our last name. My last name is normal down there in the heart of Cajun country!
But while I did attend high school down in South Louisiana and my family is from there, it many ways it does not feel like home.
We moved to Texarkana 11 years ago, right after I graduated college. We were newlyweds and hadn’t celebrated our first wedding anniversary yet. A year later, we bought our first house.
It’s the house where we learned what a church body could be. We called a friend at church to ask if we could borrow his trailer to help us move into our first home and he said we could borrow his sons too. This sweet family moved us across town into our house, a cute little 40s era home. Other friends stayed up with us past midnight, just trying to get our kitchen and bathrooms clean and organized enough for us to function when we first moved in. I was in graduate school and I had just started teaching high school. We needed all the help we could get!
When you teach high school in a town, you really get to know the people. I can’t go anywhere without running into someone from the school district, from church, or from my local MOPS group, where I have been involved for 5 years. Oh, I will miss those mama friends! And I will miss running into my former students and seeing that they’re contributing members of society…most of the time.
And then there’s the church. It’s the church that had baby showers for every single Daigle baby. I counted 400+ diapers stowed away in the closet when I was pregnant with my first baby! It’s the church where we dedicated those babies, the church whose members brought us meals too many times to count. The church that loved us and ministered to us in amazing ways, including during our baby’s emergency lung surgery. Our friends there have done everything from holding my hair while I vomit in the church bathroom during pregnancy, scrubbing my toilets, to waiting with me to see if the little baby heartbeat that didn’t show up on the fetal doppler would appear on a sonogram. It did, by the way.
If I tried to recount every way that I had been loved by this church, we would be here all day. But if you ever spend 2 weeks living in a children’s hospital and then arrive home to someone standing there with groceries for your family, then you’ll know what it is to be loved and cared for.
And we have loved serving in this church. The trips to Mexico, to Honduras, to summer camp and winter retreats, spending hours upon hours with teenagers and loving it…those things grew me more than anything else could have. I can think of several Biblical views that have changed because someone at the church pointed out scripture that contradicted my preconceived notions. I’m so thankful for people who love scripture enough to dig into it that way.
It’s a pretty amazing town and a great place to raise children.
And yet we are leaving. It’s hard to imagine being a family anywhere else, yet it will be sweet to be near our extended family.
What does this mean for the blog? Well if you have noticed, I have had very little time to sit down to write anymore. I’m so busy trying to keep our house ready to show so that we can sell it. It has been super stressful, and there’s always something that needs to be dusted or wiped down.
I will blog & write when I have time but will have to skip it most days. I’ve quit all sponsored & paid writing opportunities because I know I can’t meet a deadline right now. I appreciate the patience that my friends and readers have shown here. Both my husband and I don’t feel it’s necessary for me to give it up entirely, but it’s definitely important that I scale back quite a bit. In this season of life, I can’t wait until tomorrow to mop the floors or scrub the toilets. In fact, I’m mopping several times a week to keep it looking good!
Still, I have continued writing so many things in my head as I clean and take care of tasks that I know writing is still in my heart. It just can’t be as big of a focus as it has been recently, and that’s OK. My priorities will always be my home and family.
Thanks for bearing with this more personal post! If you’ve got any moving advice or tips for selling a house when you’ve got young kids home with you all day, I’d love to hear it!