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I did it!

So...I did it.

I let go of my worries, my fears, my pride.

...and quit my job.

0_o

The last time I asked for prayers, Jamey and I were in the midst of making this decision. We weren't sure how things would work out (and still don't know what God has in store for us), but we are now confident that this is the right decision for our family.

But I had to let go bit by bit. I've been working since I was 15 years old, and the only reason I've ever quit a job before is I was moving to or from college (or in one case I had a boss that made me cry every day for almost 3 months). This was my first big girl job, one that I truly enjoyed.

And thankfully when I went in to give my notice, my boss made it easy to say goodbye. He told me that I would be missed but he completely understood my desire to want to be home. He said that after everything we've been through that he was happy for me, and that if I ever do decide to get back into the field, he would be more than happy to write me an excellent recommendation.

Whew.

So, I'm officially a stay-at-home Mom! I'm going to be doing something part-time for my chiropractors a couple days a week, but other than that I will get to see this beautiful face all day everyday:
She just makes everything so worth it. I'm so excited to have the privilege of watching her grow, teaching her about life, and introducing her to so many 'firsts'.

God is so good. We are so blessed. I'm the happiest I've ever been.

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  1. Diana StonJuly 24, 2013 at 2:15 PM

    I'm SO happy for you - that the decision you made was one you feel great about. :) And seriously, being a SAHM has it's long days but it's just as rewarding as working too. Sans paycheck ;) but lots of kisses make up for that.

    xoxo

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  2. Jill MeekJuly 24, 2013 at 3:00 PM

    So happy! She's so beautiful :)

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