Nathan and his dad and our ward in Tulsa worked so hard loading us up in Tulsa, and we are so grateful.

I coughed and wrestled a toddler.

What a funny thing to come home again, with good help from friends here.

It is good to be home.

We are setting some things up differently intentionally, because this is not my before-children house, or my dead-mom house, or my cancer-is-coming house, or my miscarriage house.

This is our house, as a family of eight.

Some of it is the same, some of it is rearranged, and other things are new like our brand new (secondhand steal) table:

Nathan has gone to trade the truck for our car, until Saturday when we pick up some storage unit things this truck was too big to reach, and I have cleaned up and plugged in the record player and started the vinyls playing to make it our home again.

It’s lovely, and we are grateful.

Our bed is put together, and the kids are camping out on cots until Tuesday, when the swing set and bunk beds come.

They think it’s a fabulous game.

Less fabulous was being stuck on the back patio for safety during the unloading of the truck because the yard was too muddy from the storms.  Kyrie, especially, is was not impressed.  It looked especially sad with the big gates on each side up and closed, installed when DHS made us lock up the patio when we started fostering, since we had a pool.  It was like a giant playpen, or jail, those poor babies.  

By the time the last thing came in, the children were too tired to even argue about bedtime, and I was too sore from coughing to be very cheery about it.  But I found everyone’s blankets and pillows and stuffies, which is quite the feat on moving night, let me assure you.

But we have made it, and all are tucked in, and Nathan and I will soon collapse before tackling tomorrow.

Thank you.  Thank you so much.

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About Emily

I am a member of The Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-day Saints since 2009. I serve as a Chaplain, and work as a counselor. I got bilateral cochlear implants in 2010, but will always love sign language. I choose books over television, and organics over processed. Nothing is as close to flying as ballroom dancing - except maybe running, when in the solo mood. I would rather be outside than anywhere else, especially at the river riding my bike or kayaking. PhD in Marriage and Family Therapy, and currently doing a post-doc in Jewish Studies and an MDiv in Pastoral Counseling. The best thing about Emily World is that it's always an adventure, even if (not so) grammatically precise. The only thing better than writing is being married to a writer. Nathan Christensen and I were married in the Oklahoma City temple on 13 October 2012, and have since fostered more than eighty-five children. We have adopted the six who stayed, and are totally and completely and helplessly in love with our family. Nathan writes musical theater, including "Broadcast" (a musical history of the radio) and an adaption of Lois Lowry's "The Giver". He served his mission in South Korea, has taught song-writing in New York City public schools, and worked as a theater critic for a Tucson newspaper. This is not an official Web site of The Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-day Saints.

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