When we moved to Texas, we met two great families. (Really, we met lots of great families. But at the moment, I want to talk about two of them). The dads worked at the same university as my husband. The wives are stay-at-home moms. And their kids are close in age to Evan and Corrie.
For two years, these families have been our "Texas family." Emmett carpooled to work with one of the guys, I did Zumba with his wife, and our daughters were best friends. The other family goes to our church, and we were in a small group together. Evan considers their boys his best friends. We are beyond thankful to know these men, women and kids.
Sadly (for us), both of the dads have accepted teaching positions at other schools. One family moved to Kansas in June, and the other one is leaving next week for Mississippi. We're bummed.
This Thanksgiving was really special because we got to see both of those families. The Kansas crew drove back to Texas to see us (also to meet Ben and to pick up some items they had left behind). The Mississippi-bound crew came over to play football in the yard and eat turkey. I can't imagine the past two years without these people. I am whole-heartedly thankful that God brought them to the Rio Grande Valley just when he brought us.