The day before we reached 21 weeks, Steve flew out to Texas.
It was so last minute that it never even made it on our Google calendar. Our initial plan had been to head out to San Antonio and hang out in military temporary housing while we house-hunted together. But on Monday of the week Steve left, he kind of casually came up with the idea that he go out himself and Skype with me while he toured some houses. And Thursday morning (dark and early) he headed to the Charlotte airport and was off.
The Ottos, who were our across-the-street neighbors when Grace and Charlie were little, put him up for the weekend. I was so glad to have him staying with a sweet family instead of alone in some random hotel. Their daughter Faye even drew him a picture, and he watched a lot of Spurs basketball with the boys & their dad.
And during the day, he house hunted. Thursday was kind of a bust--he found zero properties he was interested in. But on Friday we found a place we loved, and put in an offer. Saturday he was left to explore the neighborhood while we waited for a response from the seller, and I suggested he check out some new builds so we would have a backup.
He called me from their model home and said, "You shouldn't have sent me here. I LOVE this."
He took me on a Skype tour and we talked numbers. Meanwhile the seller of the other house we liked came back with a not-very-compelling offer.
San Antonio LDS temple.
After some conversation, prayer, and a trip to the San Antonio temple for my Steven, we decided to go with a new build. And then the whirlwind began!
He signed papers and went straight to the showroom where we started making as many choices as we could so the house could get started ASAP. Grown up choices, like which tile to match with granite! Yikes! We both kind of couldn't believe we were doing it. :)
He even drove over to our very own dirt lot and showed me where our house would be.
The kids and I spent Daddy's time away at swimming lessons, hanging out at home, going to church, and hanging out at home. I was so thankful for a sweet lady from church who brought us dinner Monday night (Steve's last day gone) when I was worn to the bone. My poor little body was so wiped out that I got a stye and a cold sore, on top of needing a few days of good naps to catch up. But we did it! And now we've got a house in the works to take this little baby home to. <3
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