Wait A Minute Mr. Postman...

Ya, ya, ya, ya, Mr. Postman.

(Yes, this is another brief sing-a-long...)

Change our address from here to there.
Make sure our mail is given good care.
'Cuz we're moving this Saturday.
And we hope it'll be okay-ay!

So, I'm not terribly familiar with that song but surely you can figure out the tune and sing along, right?!

We've had a whirlwind few months, but as you can tell from the song above, we're moving. We had decided that at the end of the school year we'd look to move back closer to family. Then we found out Baby Dos was coming and a myriad of other events took place.

So, to sum things up, we'll be moving back to Lubbock this weekend. Lyla and I will be there together, but Matt will have to stay behind in Hereford to finish out the softball season and school year. After school is out he'll join us. We are nervous for how this will all work out, but also excited to go back 'home.' We love Lubbock and have greatly missed it.

Wish us luck!!!

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