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We're home.

We are back home in St. Louis, near family which is actually what we wanted. It just happened a little differently than we thought. Josh no longer works for Drury, thank god. That company worked my husband to death and kept expecting more and more from him. Since he left he is a completely different man, in the best way possible. He is home way more, he doesn’t answer several calls in the middle of the night, he doesn't bring home work. It’s been a blessing. He now works in construction and is a Realtor. He actually comes home when he is supposed to be off, which alone is one of the best changes in our life since leaving Drury. 

The other incredible change is I’m all of a sudden a mom of two and that is why we ended up back in St. Louis so quickly. Having another baby on the way I needed to be home, I couldn’t go through postpartum by myself again feeling so isolated. 

I need my family and support.  

And that’s exactly what we did, Josh got us back here. There was a few months of staying in his parents house while we renovated our own home, taking out walls, ripping up flooring. It’s a whole new house now and even though it’s small, it’s ours and it's homey. Jeremiah is turning two in just a short few weeks and Josiah is a little older than three months now. And Jeremiah is obsessed with baby. That’s what he calls him, it’s super cute.  

Things would have been very different if we stayed in Springfield when Josiah was born, but we’re not and I can count on Josh for being there to help me. It’s such a blessing.

So I’m feeling very thankful.

We are back home near our family.

We remodeled our house to fit our new family.

Josiah was born

Josh’s new jobs

And Josh is actually home with us. 

Now that we are back home I see my mom and friends way more, in fact I’ve actually made new friends. We get out of the house and see people, it's been so good for all of us. Coffee shops are still a regular thing for me, even with two boys. I am not letting the struggle of taking kids into public stop me from doing the things I love, reminding myself that they also need to get out and learn how to behave in public.


Good things are happening and I'm feeling very happy about it.





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