Once upon a time, a mom was driving around Nampa, ID in her minivan. Innocently going along with her daily mommy duties when BAM, life threw her a curve ball. Something, called the spirit, nudged her (because remember she's LDS and she believes wholeheartedly in the Holy Ghost) and "said", "You need to stop being so stubborn and let your husband go and get his MBA." Whaaaa? After hours of trying to fight it and trying to deny it, the feeling would not subside. That night when her husband arrived home from work (a GREAT job they had been blessed with ONLY 6 months prior), she sat him down and spilled out her inspiration to him. He was shocked. Not only because this was no where close to the answer he was expecting on buying a house in the area, but also because the deep depths of the dark shaddows of the underworld must have finally frozen over because his stubborn wife was actually telling him to move to his homeland of the south.  GASP!!!

Rewind 14 months prior, after moving to Nampa and signing a contract for a beautiful home to rent. A week or so into the move in process, they received a letter from a college saying that the man of the house had been accepted to their MBA program. They ignored it since they were already committed to this house and had just started to settle down in this town with family and friends.

What to do, what to do?

Present day: Now, this woman is sitting at a desk in a house so far from her family and friends she left behind. Her husband has been re-accepted to the college that he had fallen in love with almost 2 years ago. Through faith, trust (and a little pixie dust?) she is determined to turn this old house into a home filled with love and laughter and memories to last a lifetime as they start this new chapter in their life . . .  in the south. Humidity and all.