Time Flies When You're Having Fun

I'm sorry we have been lacking in the posting arena. I was so proud of myself when I did those three posts in a row. I thought I was surely getting into the blogging groove and would be a faithful blogger from then on. Not to worry though, I have made a goal to do at least one post a week. Hopefully by publicly sharing my goal I will be more inclined to follow through.

All is well in the "Giant Side of Texas." I find myself occasionally producing a slight drawl as I speak when talking to someone with a Texan accent. We are assimilating well. Before we moved, we regularly heard from those who had visited Lubbock that the people are soooo nice. It is so very very true. Here are a couple of examples of Lubbockan kindness:

Exhibit A: James and I were out on a walk the other day (I was carrying him) and a man in a truck stopped and asked if we were going very far. He was of course alluding to his being able to give us a ride if needed.

Exhibit B: Jordan, James, and I were on a walk and a teenager riding along on his skateboard looked up as we passed and said "How're ya'll?" I responded and then asked "How are you?" Then he responded. I don't know that I've ever seen that happen before.

Exhibit C: Without fail as we are out on walks people we don't know wave and greet us...even when they are driving in their cars with their windows rolled up. Cars have always seemed to be some sort of bubble that the outside world can't penetrate. But not in Lubbock.

Exhibit D: Our first Sunday here a woman in our ward wrote down her phone number and told us to call if we needed help in any way: babysitters, mechanics, etc.

Exhibit E: Our first week here a couple in our ward had us over for dinner.

These last two instances lead me to my next item. I am so very grateful for the Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-day Saints. Since moving, we have seen the beauty of the organization of the Church. On our way to Texas, we called the nephew of the couple who bought our condo who happened to be a Texas Tech law student. We told him which ward we would be in when we got there. He then found our bishop's phone number for us. We called our bishop who called the Elder's Quorum President who got some people together to help us move in the next day. It was so neat. We were coming to a city that we had never before been and where we knew no one, but there to greet and help us when we arrived at our new apartment were members of our ward. It was a wonderful blessing. I am grateful that we have family wherever we go.

I must go make dinner. Soon to come: Pictures and events of the past 2 1/2 months.