I don't know what "it" is- but It's got "it".

So....

Our trip to Erie is over. Here are some high(and low)lights:

Friday

-Night: Miles sees us packing and knows that we are leaving. He refuses to not be touching one us. I cry.

Saturday

-Morning: I get to see Miles before we leave. He remembers we are leaving and cries hysterically when I go to the ladies. I cry in the bathroom. I come out and he runs to me. I cry and give him big hugs. David and I slip out of the room when he isn't looking and I cry all the way to the plane and start again a few times when David isn't looking.

-Night: We arrive in Erie and go directly to the Erie 2nd Ward's ward party to meet the nicest people in the whole world- the Keiths. We stay at the Keiths. All week.

Sunday

-Church: I am amazed at how many connections there are back to Salt Lake. We meet and/or re-meet about 600 people.

-House hunting begins: Dreadful. Every last one of them. The basements are so scary that I'm honestly afraid of rabid animals, zombies or stepping on a nail and getting gonorrhea (yes, I know what gonorrhea is). I'm devastated- because I really don't want to live with zombies or those other things. I'm still hopeful that something is out there.

Monday

-Lazy Day. I miss Miles so much it's killing me. The Keith's continue to delight our palate with delectable treats.

Tuesday

-The hunt continues: We look at about 15 houses and I'm just not comfortable with any of them. I have a feeling that there is one house that would just be perfect for us. And then... we find it. It's the cutest thing I've ever seen. I'm sure you are dying to see it- so here are a few photos...


Isn't it adorable?!



Cutest little Kitchen!


This is the living space.


There is even a quiet study for David.

I know! I know! It's great. We are in love with it. I just kept wanting to go back.

So-

Wednesday: We make an offer.

Thursday: We adjust the offer. They accept it!

Friday:

-Morning: I start crying hysterically again because I miss Miles so much. I have the most horrible feeling that something bad is going to happen to him today. We get the inspection for the house down. Everything looks pretty good.

-5:00pm: Jeff Cain calls. Miles fell and may need stitches. I'm grateful it's not something a whole lot worse. I don't even cry.

-8:00pm: I cry.

Saturday:

-Afternoon: We finally get on the plane and I am incredibly anxious. Will he remember me? Will he be mad at me? Will he ever love me again?

-Reunion: I see him from a distance and immediately drop my bags and run to him with outstretched arms. He sees me. Signs and says "Mama!" Gives me a great big smile and I scoop him up with giant tears in my eyes. He gives me a extra long hug. I love this kid. It was like the movies- only better. We walk to the car and my Mother-in-Law (watching through the window) says, "You guys made me cry!" Me too, Laraine. Me too.

I must thank the incredible retractable distactable (I'm sure that is not a word) stupendous sublimely fantastical cheeseballs (aka: the Keiths) for everything that they did for us. How could we ever repay you for the endless meals, the super comfy mattress, the sharing of the bathroom, the endless wisdom of all things Erie, LECOM and homeownership, the neck cracks, the dancing to the jungle song, the introduction to starfall.com, the late nights that should've been spent studying and of course, my new favorite game, Killer Bunnies. We loved spending time with you guys and hopefully we will be able to make it up to you someday. Please tell Gracie, Sammy and the Pink Baby Dinosaur that we miss them very much. I still have "Barie Merry Posa" stick in my head. We love you guys! See you in July!