O-Dark-Thirty

Tomorrow morning will begin both a new day and a new year. May God grant you a blessed New Year. I know there are troubles ahead. I know that sometimes life seems hard and confusing. Surround yourself with loved ones. Be vigilant and careful of your spending. Spend money as needed. Spend time lavishly on those dear to you. If at any time you feel you need prayer, leave me a note or send me a message. Not only will I pray, but I'll let Darling know and we will both pray. For in this world, that is what we are called to do: help bear one another's burdens. Thanks for reading.

In my Traveling Grouch blog , I recount our moving adventure from our home in Texas to our new lake home in Michigan, so I won't tell that story here. But there is one thing... This is my personal blog, where I tell stories related to my feelings. 6702 Kevincrest Drive in Pearland We pulled away from Kevincrest for the last time on November 20. Darling drove, so I looked out the passenger window as we pulled away. A lump formed in my throat and tears sprang to my eyes. Memories overwhelmed me. I just finished my kindergarten graduation in Florida and Dad got new orders. I saw my familiar yard disappear. My little brother was a baby and I didn't really know what was going on, but I was sad. Again, we were moving. Snow drifted down as Dad pulled away from our house in Rhode Island. I sat in the back seat and tears started to stream from my eyes. Dad heard me snuffle and growled at me. "Boys don't cry," he said. I covered my face with my scarf as the