Today is December 29, 2009. It has been exactly 10 years since we arrived and moved in to our little house here in Mesa. This morning brought back so many memories of our last days in Utah: my last day of work at Lakeview hospital, Cameron's baby blessing, the King and Allen family Christmas parties, Jeremy leaving to start work at CIT and find us a house before we moved down, and our awesome 5th Ward members helping us pack up the moving truck.
Here we are, ten years ago today, making our very first trip across the border into Arizona. Spencer kept asking, "Where are the Indians?" because he knew they had to be here somewhere.
After helping me drive the moving truck to our new house and helping us move in, Granny and Grandpa left a couple of days later. This picture chokes me up every time I see it because I felt so utterly alone after they left.
And then it was New Years' Eve 2000. After all the talk of Y2K, we all survived! Hooray! And I survived, too. As I look at my calendar from January 2000, the most heartwarming entries I see are: a playdate with the Starrs (within a week of moving in! Can you believe it?), my early-morning walks with Lori Williams, a visit from Bishop Montgomery, my very first Cub Scout calling, Spencer's grocery cart accident and plastic surgery appointments, our first visit to our adopted Grandma (Sister Breheim) and our first visit to the Phoenix Zoo with friends. This move and our house were such an answer to prayers and we felt it over and over again in our first few months here. As heartbreaking as it was to leave our family and home in Utah, we have repeatedly found friends and ward members who have become our family and home here. Heavenly Father has blessed us beyond our understanding in guiding us to the exact right place at the exact right time in our lives.







































