Hello from The Great State of Texas.

(From the other morning, before we left.)

Q in the bottom photo - This is about we feel. House hunting is exhausting.

I've only cried about 17 times since getting here (walking through the airport & seeing the Welcome to Houston sign, pulling up to a church building yesterday & realizing it was our potential new ward, driving through a giant city & realizing over & over again that I know nothing about it etc. etc. - I've been overly dramatic, I'm sure), but I told Mike yesterday afternoon that everything is going to be okay. We have a good broker, & we have each other. Deep breaths!

Quinn is being a really great sport, we've made some really lovely connections with people, we got to see our friends the On's in The Heights yesterday +  friend Dustin brought us the best pecan pie you've ever had (with Blue Bell ice cream, hooray!). People have been absolutely wonderful & kind to us. Everyone. And the closets! My heart has literally skipped a beat several times at least. Seriously. Closets the size of our bedroom in New York. 

Mike is reading to Quinn right now before his nap & just said, I'm going to read you three books instead of two! Because everything really is bigger in Texas! 

True story.