In response to The Daily Post’s writing prompt: “Buffalo Nickel.”

Well, I dug through my wallet and pulled out a penny.  The date stamped on it?


What. A. Year.

You see, in May of 2012, we were two happy DINKs (Double Income No Kids) educating kids in rural south Texas.  We’d been there for about 8 years at that point and life was going pretty smoothly.  We had settled into a happy routine.

Then, we decided to have a baby.  And everything changed!

Don’t get me wrong.  There’s not one single second that I have ever regretted our decision to start a family.  Our little man is the most wonderful child in the world and I love him to bits and pieces and he has completed our family in all the most fantastic ways imaginable.

But his impending arrival in 2013 caused some turmoil, for sure.

With the arrival of a baby came the decision to move back to the East Coast, closer to both of our families.  Which meant finding new jobs, buying a house, selling our house in Texas and planning a move across the country.

While also planning for and starting life with a new baby.

The summer of 2012 was the London Olympics, and the Phillip Phillips song “Home” was the theme for the US Women’s Gymnastics Team.

We also made it our family theme song.

Hold on, to me as we go.
As we roll down this unfamiliar road.
And although this wave is stringing us along.
Just know you’re not alone,
Cause I’m going to make this place your home.

Settle down, it’ll all be clear.
Don’t pay no mind to the demons,
They fill you with fear.
The trouble it might drag you down.
If you get lost, you can always be found.

Just know you’re not alone,
Cause I’m going to make this place your home.

Yep, we were in for a wild, crazy ride in 2013.  Here’s how it all went down:

In February, we welcomed our little man.  He’s fantastic.  We love being his mommies!

In April, I flew up to Connecticut, where my wife had already secured a job, to interview for a job of my own and also spend a whirlwind 3 days house-hunting.  We found a house we loved and made an offer that was accepted. Worth noting:  I am the only family member who saw it in person before we actually moved in.  My wife’s trust of my judgement is one of the many things that makes her so great.

In May, I finally secured a job, and we accepted an offer on our house in Texas.  We also traveled to Austin to finalize my wife’s second-parent adoption of our little man.

In June, we moved.  My wife made an epic cross-country trek in the car with the dog, while I flew with a 4-month-old, the cat, and, thankfully, my mom, who came down to Texas to help us make our move.

We spent the rest of 2013 settling into our new normal, adjusting to new jobs and a new home and new region and life with a new baby.  Everything was new.

And it turned out to be fabulous.

Now?  It’s not so new. We’re in a good, settled routine, and we’re incredibly happy.  We love our life.  I count myself very, very lucky on a daily basis.

So thanks, 2013.  You shook us up good, but I’m in love with where we landed.