September 6

Today is September 6.
We signed up our kids to be able to do activities here on Fort Bragg after school. 

After we finished all the paper work, we were walking back to our car.  The weather is still quite warm, but you can tell there is a difference in the air.  A woman walked past me in jeans and a long sleeve polka dot denim shirt.

I immediately noted how I would never mix dark denim in that way, although I did really like her shirt.  I almost liked it enough to ask her where she got it, but with three kids in tow, it is hard enough to speak to strangers with a hello, much less awkward questions of "where do you shop". 

As I was lost in my thoughts of how I need to be better at speaking to others if I want to gain pertinent shopping information, I looked down and noticed my own outfit. 

I had been wearing it since this morning, which is a feat for me.  I often have to change my clothes because of my youngest messy machine.  Between his inability to accept appropriate table manners as a way of life, and his new love of blowing snot out of his nose, I am always covered in something. 
But today, I managed to wear the same clothes for the duration of the day. 

Unfortunately, it wasn't until this moment that I realized that I was wearing white shorts.  I had been wearing them for nearly nine hours, without giving them a second thought. 

I was immediately embarrassed!  White shorts?  It is September 6!  Labor Day had passed!  What kind of Southerner am I? 

Apparently moving to North Carolina did not help me to become "more" Southern.  I really am disappointed at myself. 

I hope you will forgive me. 

Worship Wednesday: Carry Me

We moved to Fort Bragg, North Carolina this summer. 
What a crazy whirlwind that was. 

Richard and I decided that we wanted to live on post here.   After living 40 minutes away from UVA and Charlottesville, we were not wanting Richard to spend so much time in the car each day.
The areas here in town are hit or miss, and we were recommended to live a similar distance away to be in a "good" area....unless we could live on post. 

We were offered a house on Fort Bragg that would be available around the same time that we needed it to be available.  This house is a duplex, so we are connected to another family.  We are much closer to our neighbors than we were in Palmyra, and some days even the Lake was too close to others.  Our house is a little smaller than our previous home, and we lost a ton of storage space - but we have managed.  My brother even claims the floor plan makes it appear we have more space in some rooms. 

We have spent the summer unpacking, getting organized and getting acclimated to the new area.  I still have nothing hanging on my walls, but we have put up some curtains and most things have found their new "home" or made it to the thrift store.

The area is way different than where we were living, in the middle of no where Virginia. 
We do enjoy being close to most modern conveniences.  We enjoy sending our children outside and allowing them to play and ride bikes without a worry. 

I still feel like we are unsettled, though. The past few months have flown by.  I have grown used to the sounds of artillery and helicopters and planes hovering overhead.  I have grown used to the piles of Army green socks and PT gear that had been packed away for years.
Two years is going to fly by at this rate! 

No worries, we will be carried through.  Without a doubt. 

And because it is Wednesday, here is a song for your viewing pleasure.