Just a friendly Public Service Announcement from your Alaskan Mountain Millers...
Alaska's waters have leeches.
Note: All the children in the picture lived to tell the tale.
Just a friendly Public Service Announcement from your Alaskan Mountain Millers...
Alaska's waters have leeches.
Note: All the children in the picture lived to tell the tale.
They road their bikes to our mailbox 1.5 miles away and they rode their bikes home again (several hills involved)... but the real hard work was checking to see if there was any mail.
I apologize for the lack of attention my blog has been getting lately... I'm not sure if it will continue into the future or not, to be honest.
It just comes down to hours in the day, and the time I do NOT want to spend on my computer.
But, I'm here tonight... I thought I'd clue you in on a song I have been playing on repeat that has been encouraging me and giving me joy every time I hear it.
John Denver's Alaska and Me
I listened to it a few nights ago and shared it with my husband and the song speaks to both of us in an incredible way regarding this move. The only part of the song we find not really fitting with our story is the second verse about the women who became a bush pilot's wife -- not so much the case here.
The first verse talks about how the man came to Alaska (it echos very closely with my husband), and the bridge at the end has a line about what the couple hopes their children will gain from Alaska.
It is such a wonderful song, and like I said, I've been listening to it on repeat.
Lyrics:
Brady's second birthday was in May, and by then, we knew we were moving to Alaska and selling many belongings. So, my parents agreed, at my request, to delay sending Brady a birthday present until we were settled in our new home as I didn't want to have to move the new gift. They said that sounded great and we all agreed that a toddler basketball hoop would be great for our little man (we had one years ago when Howard was 2, but it was fell apart a few years ago after much wear and tear).
We ordered Brady's hoop yesterday... and if you ask me, it can't come quickly enough.
As we've walked this path of moving to Alaska, I have found myself asking myself from time to time, "Can we call ourselves Alaskans now?"
Of course, not yet... but moving to a new place, we don't know what we don't know. So, what traces must we navigate before we can claim this as our home?
We drove the Alcan highway... are we Alaskans now?
We've seen a moose in our neighborhood, just down the street.. are we Alaskans now?
We've caught halibut and cooked it for dinner... are we Alaskans now?
We're off!
I have been working incredibly hard getting ready to move and thus have not taken the time to update the blog -- but we are officially off and we have begun our Adventure headed North to Alaska.
We hope to make the trip in 8 days with Hubby's parents driving our truck, which is pulling one trailer, and Hubby and I driving our suburban. The kids and our cat will ride with us, and our black lab will ride with Memaw and Pepaw.
I am not sure how often I will blog while on the trip, but I am trying to chronicle the trip through videos on Instagram Stories, so if you follow instagram, you can find me @mountainmillers
Thank you for your prayers as we are off on this very big journey.
After a FULL day of packing as fast and furiously as I could, I finally sat down on the stairs while I was watching the children make their own dinner. Within a minute, Brady had climbed up behind me and started rubbing my back. Hunter was fast to follow Brady's example.
This move is big and it is challenging, but I have no doubt in my mind that our family will make the trip and find a home in Palmer with flying colors because our children are amazing tiny humans and we are supporting each other on this next adventure.
The back rub was amazing until Hunter said he saw an ant on my back and promptly slapped it (the ant...and my back) as hard as he could.