Wobbly to Wobbled

Yep, that means we've progressed from wobbly ground to shaken loose.  My dear husband is hooked on the prospects of working with his two best friends in San Francisco.  So... we're moving.  There's a house to sell and a million different things to address.  I just finished getting a big husband hug and being told that he wouldn't have branched this far from his comfort zone without my support.  He considered the idea off the table until I pointed out this may be an opportunity not to be missed.  I think this will make him gloriously happy.  That doesn't change that this is going to involve wrenching up a lot of roots.  I'm finding myself thinking about all the dear friends that I'm going to miss and often getting teary in the most awkward places.  I don't know how frequently I'll be blogging over the next two months.  I may find this a relaxing outlet, but I'll more likely want to crash into bed after dealing with all the challenges.   So, on to new adventures and nurturing my son through this wobbly time.  I have high hopes that we'll find many new joys and delights in our new home.