Summer swinging

June 2011, I was packing my bags. My house was on the market, and I was getting ready to move into our new home.

This summer, it seems like there’s been a lot of movement, too!

One of my best friends moved away this summer – and I’m still not happy about it!! However, I like to see the glass as half full, so at least she moved to a fun city (Pro No. 1) that’s within a half day’s drive from my house (Pro No. 2). So I’m already planning on my weekend visit when she gets settled into her new, gorgeous house.

However, she’s not the only one moving this summer. =) In the next couple of weeks, my sweet Rindy is moving basically next door to me!! It’s a four-minute walk from her house to mine, and a five-minute walk if we choose to go by the park. I’m so happy about this that I could burst.  Her new house is precious, too. It’s a three-bedroom, two-bathroom house with a front archway and a wooded backyard that is just made for hammocks.

Speaking of hammocks…

We had a laid back day at the lake this weekend with Matt and Tara -- and Giselle.

Giselle did not get to ride on the boat, but I'm sure she was okay with it. ;)

When I compare this summer to last summer, the difference is so extreme. I was taking 12 hours of grad school, which was a massive hassle; dealing with the illness of family members, including my husband; and trying to sell and buy a new house. Thankfully, that summer went by quickly, and I finished up the last bit of my doctoral classes and sold our old house to move into another one -- in record time, too!! Through all of the trials we dealt with last year, I can still see how much God blessed us in the midst of them -- including a beautiful new house and letting me get finished with my school work.

And now...life is pretty swell. 

Me and Tara on the boat

My handsome and brilliant husband

I'm very intrigued to see what changes will be made next year. It's scary, really, in a way. To be excited but apprehensive, knowing that a year, a month, a day, a phone call -- can change everything.  

What a difference a year makes.