We are closing in on the one year anniversary of our big move. Wow. A year ago at this time we were in a state of upheaval. Pat had gotten a great new job opportunity, but it was 1700 miles away. The job was perfect for him, so we decided to go for it. He had to take off early, and I stayed behind to pack up with a toddler and twin babies. It was a busy time to say the least.
While packing everything in our home was overwhelming in its own right, I was more concerned with how to help Ben make this transition. He was two years old, just a few months shy of three. He knew something big was going on and I know he could feel my stress about the whole situation. How could he not? We were completely uprooting his whole world. He had only lived in that one town, that one house for his entire life. I wanted to make sure he was alright emotionally with all the changes.