I’ve always been an over-thinker.

When I was a kid I would think about my future a lot. I’d wonder what high school would be like, then count how many years left until I turned sixteen. My mind would continue to wander; I’d ponder what college I’d go to, what my future husband would be like, how my unborn children would look, and where we would live. Would we be healthy? Would we have a happy home?

And as these early milestones came and went in my life, I found myself thinking, “wow, so this is how my [life event] happens.” It was fun to fantasize about what the future held, then see elements of it come to fruition.

After Isaac and I eloped after just two months of dating (crazy, I know!), I found myself saying “wow, so this is how…” over and over again. One milestone after another rolled by; I changed my last name, quit my job, moved across the country and then got pregnant.

Then when Margot was born, it was the most overwhelming TIH moment.

This is my baby! This is my future! I am a mother! This is unbelievable! 

It was truly a beautiful moment. I only wish it lasted longer.

That wrinkly newborn turned three-months-old this week. She’s holding her head up by herself now, and her dexterity is improving every day. Margot has become a happy, babbling, drooling bundle of joy that I can’t possibly get enough of. Our first home as a family, way out in Washington State, is full of life and love.

Just when I started to get really comfortable here in the suburbs, my husband reminded me that our move to Alaska is less than 90 days out. We’ve made our travel plans, started on the change of station paperwork, and begun looking for housing. I’ve been thinking and over-thinking about this move for a year now.

On moving day, I’m sure I’ll take one last look at our house on Stockholm Ln. and think “so this is how our Alaskan adventure begins”.