My Life as a Gypsy……

We have had so many people tease us and tell us we are gypsies…….that we can’t sit still very long and move from home to home. Most of them were just because we wanted to. This one is different. Job change. But I have been thinking about this for awhile….the gypsiness in us. I am ready to get some roots planted in our new home, but there is not one home that I would give up. Not one move I would change. Not one person I would sacrifice knowing.

Each move has been difficult to settle and fit in. Each move has taught me patience, endurance and made me stronger. Most of all I would not do it any different because of the people we have met. Each ward, each friendship and each memory is something I love and it is what has made me into who I am today. I have lifelong friends from each move. The thoughts of going back and erasing that memory by not making that move makes me sad. I can’t even imagine sacrificing one of those friendships. I remember each move, crying because I was homesick for the LAST one, and then slowly I would intertwine myself into the hearts of some dear friends. Making memories that last a lifetime. So even though I am homesick for Idaho some days, I think back about those other times and how it ended up, with a friendship that I couldn’t  bear to leave.

As I try to introduce myself to my new ward and neighbors, I think of all the times I have done this, how hearts collided and I made friends that I will have through the eternities. So I say to my self…..PRESS ONWARD JUDY…..YOU CAN DO HARD THINGS! :>}

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Well I must say….There’s no place like home. I had an amazing week, and I am so grateful that I could go to Idaho and attend the funeral of our friend. I have never seen so many flowers. 

…..and these are just a few.

Our good Friend Jana decorated for the luncheon. She is so talented and it was so beautiful. He was a potato farmer so she put potatoes in vases on the table. It was a fall/harvest theme which was his favorite time of year.

 

It was a beautiful day.

I love to learn new things. Keeps me young. When we moved into our home we discovered that we had concord grape vines on our deck. We watched as they ripened, and I decided I would make some grape jelly. Oh boy is it yummy.

 

Then went to a vegetable stand and found some tomatoes. My favorite fall tradition is to make salsa. I did 3 batches and I love putting the little pint bottles on my shelves in my basement!

    

 

Got my canning and errands done, and jumped in the car and headed back to Idaho………drove straight to Island Park and stayed at the cabin for 3 nights. Oh how I have missed that place. It is so peaceful and I really needed that!!!!!! It is another favorite fall tradition that Jerry and Craig go fishing and Joyce and I just hang……and hanging is what we did. Laid around in our jammies and watched some TV and worked on computer stuff.  We did find time one day to take the guys some lunch.

  

Like I said….just hung out in our jammies.

So grateful for great friends. So grateful to be able to laugh and create sweet memories. It was priceless.

So I guess I can say that if we were not gypsy's we would not have met the Walker family or the Rockwoods and soooooooo many other great friends!So grateful  that were have been blessed with these families in our lives. So grateful!