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Things Are A'changin

Good grief, I'm the world's worst blogger. It's embarassing really.

Well. I have a ton of news to share.

First things first. We bought a house! You remember our heartbreaking experience about a year and a half ago, yes? Well, we found the most adorable house in the cutest community, just east of Denton. We are so incredibly happy.

Also, about two months ago, I made a decision to leave my job as an agency recruiter and made the leap into the corporate world. This was one of those positions that presented itself at the perfect time and, what's even better, I'm not driving to Dallas everyday! It's been more than what I could've dreamed of and I'm just so happy.

Speaking of.....

After six incredible years, and two playoff appearances, we are sad to say we will not be North Bulldogs this fall but are very excited to join the Frisco Lone Star Ranger family. Coach deciding to leave North was one of the most prayerful, soul searching decisions of our life. Coach has been at North since he graduated college, where he was able to develop his skill with some of the most amazing men who became his mentors. I've made life-long friends at North and we are so grateful for our time and the relationships we've built there. It's so bittersweet, leaving the school that has seen every stage of our relationship and has been, honestly, our home. But Coach is from Frisco, so it's the perfect place for us, a place near and dear to his heart and its really the perfect time to make this leap of faith.

And our third anniversary is on Wednesday! How time flies when you're having fun!!

I told you we had a lot of news!


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