In January,
Braydan applied for a job in Fort Collins, CO. He wasn't quite qualified for it, but he knew it was an awesome job--designing some of the largest mines and dams in the world. I cringed when he told me, but quickly forgot about it as time went by and we didn't hear anything. Then they emailed him in March and asked for a phone interview. Last week they flew him down for an interview and offered him the job, wanting him to start June 1st.
What to do, what to do!!??? We made pro/con lists. We did research: schools, crime, church, weather, commute, farm potential, distance to family, etc. It all added up to moving to Fort Collins. But still my heart was not in it. I love my home. I feel like I was finally getting it where I wanted! I was so excited for my garden and chickens. They are almost going to start laying eggs! I love my neighbors and friends. They are like family to me. I love our little ward!
Last night Braydan told me that we can't move if I'm going to be angry and bitter at him. He got an answer that it's the right thing, but told me (gently) that I need to get my own answer because he did not want to drag me there and have me be unhappy.
He fell asleep, but I prayed and stayed up late thinking. I got the same answer that I've been getting for weeks: to trust in God and trust in Braydan that everything will work out okay. I knew deep down that it was the right thing and once I told myself that we're moving, I felt like I could fall asleep! I've been sleeping horrible lately and now I know why.
Today I tried to look at the positive things more instead of what I'm leaving behind. We will be 7 hours from my family (instead of 14)! It's sunny almost every day of the year there. We are sick of Braydan's commute (an hour and a half every day) and found houses within a mile of his work. The houses are bigger for the money. And they are building a temple there! I couldn't believe it during conference when President Monson announced a temple there. 5 of the elementary schools scored 10's and others are at least 8 and 9.
So we have less than 6 weeks left. I thought by writing this down it would help it sink in, but I'm still not doing much to get ready. How can I get over this denial phase?
After our fun egg decorating/hunting morning, we headed to the park with Dyers, Bettilyons, Weeks, and the Westergards to play whiffle ball. It was such a beautiful day, I even got sunburned. 
