Hating Tacoma

Three years ago yesterday we moved into our sweet little house.  It was the day we found out I was pregnant with the Reedster.  It was the start of a whirlwind month as we counted down the precious days until Peter had to leave for six months.

We found out about his deployment the day we left Charleston.  And that's when it all started.

I hated Tacoma.  Already I hated it.  I hated our future friends, our house, our squadron.  I hated everything about it.  Hated it hated it hated it.  Have I mentioned I'm twelve?

We drove into town and I hated it.

We looked for a house and I hated it.

And finally after two days of searching the Lord just spoke to me.

Trust me.

So I did.

And we found a house.

And I loved it.

And Peter left and came home.

And I survived it.

And we made a new life here together.  Adding Reed and Kelsey.  Making some of the dearest friends we have ever known.  Reuniting with others.  Doing life together through good and bad times.

And now we are leaving.

And I hate it.

So here's to you Tacoma.  The city that I hate.

"I hate the way I don't hate you.  Not even a little bit, not even close, not even at all." (Extra points if you know why that quote is super relevant!)

Our Tacoma Home

Just the three of us (we used this picture to announce to our family that we were having Reed!)

Purple Mountain Majesty

Narrows Bridge

Sunrise from my bedroom window

Sunset over the bridge

I chase the sunset a lot.  It's worth it.

A spot on our favorite walk.

Gorgeous colors...this summer has been filled with beautiful sunsets

God's promise.  I've seen more rainbows in the last three years than I can count.  

Just another beautiful evening on the water

Rainbow...you can see the hospital where Reed & Kelsey were born in this picture