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Together At Last


Joy moved to California!! 

 My youngest sister decided our hearts could no longer be divided, packed up her tiny pants and moved across the country - AND in with me and Bill to our new house!  We have been in transition for a few weeks, and I feel like things are starting to feel more settled and fall into a bit of a rhythm.  All three sisters live within 20 minutes of each other and because of that, my heart is happy.

Having her here is the most wonderful.  I am not sure I can put it into words.  She is contagiously excited and caring and she has made me feel at home in my new home.  I know our time is short lived and in no time she will have a bunch of friends and find a roommate and settle into a schedule apart from me, but I am clinging to this in between.  The time where we pass each other in the kitchen, we read the Bible out loud to each other before bed and we get take out Indian and sit and watch a show on Netflix while we eat and laugh.  This time is precious and I can’t believe she really did it.

I will be forever grateful to my parents as well.  They supported her choice and drove across the country with her and we all had a glorious weekend together before they had to fly back to Maryland.  It’s funny, because when I fly to Maryland I still say I am flying “home” but buying a house makes Orange County feel pretty permanent too.  I have lived here for almost 9 years, and yet I still feel like both places are home in different ways.  Having Joy here really helps bring that connection and gives me such a sense of peace about this current season of life.  She is here and I am thrilled and God is too good to me these days. 

Thank you Joy for doing this.  I will never be able to express it in words, but it changed my life that you would do this so we could be close to each other.  It was so selfless and so wonderful and you are such an incredible person and I am so proud to be your sister.

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