Yes it's June. Holy cow, it's JUNE. I have five more days left in my first year of school teaching, and about 25 more days until we move on to a new adventure in Wyoming. The Wyoming count down has commenced! To be perfectly honest I turn 24 in 27 days. That is also freaking me out. At what point is it okay to lie about my age? I think I'm going to start telling people that I'm 22… for the rest of my life. Forever young, baby, forever young.
Anyways, a lot of people have been asking me for updates on my life as a married woman. I realize I've been a bit of a recluse, but that's because the moments where there is silence in my life, have become valuable because I need to decompress after a long day of wrangling a herd of adorable six year olds. A lot of people ask me questions about my husband in particular, because many people haven't even met him yet! How is this possible? Well, everyone, if you see Grant somewhere don't call him "Kenneth", and feel free to chat with him. He has the soul of a true blue 80- year-old gentleman, so he will talk your ear off for centuries if you'd like to get to know him.
Grant is a storyteller and a curious young man. He loves "interviewing" people informally during conversation. There are a few things that he's seriously (obsessively) passionate about… ducks, dogs, geese, guns, punk music, fly tying, and fishing. Once he catches the bug to love a topic, he researches it to death. I told him one day that if he worked as hard at college as he does at researching basic fly-tying that he would probably have his Ph. D in a year. He is a CNA (and a DARN good one at that), who wants to become a nurse. He would be perfect at it too, because he is patient, personable, calm under pressure, strong-stomached, and kind. That's Grant in a nutshell. He's my sweet, patient, clumsy Prince Charming, and I love him oh so dearly.
On a lighter note, I didn't think I would ever come across my dream job this early in my life, but I have. I was blessed enough to have a five or six job offers this year, and after a lot of praying and tears a miracle happened, but I'll tell you about that later… anyways, interviews are always terrifying, but I knew that I would know what to do when it came along. It was a huge comfort, but I had no idea what it meant. After 4 job offers, I still had NO idea what to do. (So much for the feeling, right?) I didn't lose hope, even though time was winding down for me to resign. This is when the miracle happened. I was offered my dream job. How often does that happen? I was offered a job to teacher kindergarten in my HOME TOWN. Very few times in my life have I ever been that happy and excited.
I thought it would be hard to find an apartment too, because MANY people in Star Valley are looking for affordable rentals, but then a town home sort of fell into my lap. (Well, actually, my mom and cousin Eve were on the hunt to find us something, but this still came to them SO easily). I'm inexplicably excited to live in a HOUSE instead of an overpriced, 800 sq foot, apartment where we can hear our upstairs neighbors when they have a cold.
Everything is coming up roses, and I couldn't possibly explain how blessed I feel in words. The cats are excited for the move too (deep down inside). So until we move, Grant and I get to enjoy a few weeks of packing… with breaks involving fishing, movies, s'mores, swimming, hiking, and everything else wonderful about summer time. :)
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