s-o-l-d

Look what came to our yard.

One year and five months ago we put this house on the market.  Then we staged and showed and prayed and showed and doubted and cried and showed some more.

Five days ago we accepted an offer and signed a contract.  Then we called someone.  It started to sink in.  Then I cheered all day long and Chica asked me to stop saying "YEA!" please.

"Baby, how many times have we prayed for this house to sell?"

"Um, forty."  She replied.  (Times that by one hundred and you might be right, I thought.)

Three days ago, our realtor put this sign in the yard.  Today we passed inspection.  In twenty days we're moving.

We are moving.

It still hasn't hit me.  It will at some point.  In the meantime, there are closets to empty, boxes to pack and friends to see.

Thank you, thank you, thank you for praying with us.

Let the chaos begin continue!