LYFT

I just got back from a week long trip taking our kids to Encounter, a church camp at Lubbock Christian University.   And oh how it changed us.

I got a lot of questions and side eyes and disbelief at the fact that I was leaving my kids that long.  I'll be the first to admit--it was a crazy long time.  I dropped them off on a Saturday afternoon and didn't get the back until the next Sunday afternoon...8 nights, 9 days.

But I will also be the first to tell you that it was completely worth it.  I love my babies with every ounce of my being and I missed them terribly.  But my role as mama is not the only one my life fills, and it is not always the one that can receive all of me.  Youth ministry reached into my heart and latched on tight--and doing Kingdom work alongside these people is another role that receives pretty high priority.

I am so grateful for our parents' willingness and ability to keep our kids while I was away.  Knowing I did not have to worry about my flesh and blood kiddos allowed me to be there completely and fully for my blood bought kiddos all week.  And I don't have a single trace of doubt that I was where I should have been.

This camp is an intense one.  There is so much material covered between 15 interactive classes and 6 keynote lessons.  Plus, we have the privilege of studying with two doctoral theologians and ambassadors for whom I have the utmost admiration and respect (thank you, thank you, thank you).

There's a lot of chance for youth group time and one on one discussion/counseling/mentoring.  This was my third year to be able to take our group, and each year has been so different, but equally beautiful and filled to the brim with growth.

"Lyft" (picture the Y in that spelling as a person with their hands outstretched) was the theme this year, taken from Psalm 121:1-2, "I lift us my eyes to the hills--where does my help come from?  My help comes from the Lord, maker of Heaven and Earth."  The week centered around lifting our eyes and ourselves to our God, even in the middle of pain and brokenness and loneliness and fear...not that those things will not happen to us, nor will they go away, but that our God is bigger than all of that.  And lifting to Him brings a peace that allows us to deal with our circumstances; it brings a willingness that allows us to see and love people; it brings a complete understanding and reminder that our life's focus should not be ourselves.

We brought 7 kids with us this year.  Some of them don't have much going on right now.  Some of them are yet to have anything major happen.  And some of them are in the middle of walking through some really tough stuff.  This week opened hearts, healed broken ones, released emotions, and forged relationships...

I was able to catch the tears of several of my kids, my heart breaking with theirs.
I was able to give guidance in some ways, and simply offer a gentle presence in others.  

I was able to pray directly over each of them.  

I was able to laugh and share jokes and be silly and make memories.  

I was able to still "be mama" and take care of them when they got sick.

I was able to experience Eucharisteo with each of them, giving thanks in the presence of our risen Jesus through the breaking of bread.

I was able to learn and study and have questions of my own answered.

I was able to worship unabashedly and fully present.

I was able to stand in the gap for my kids and their families.

I was able to spend the week with my best friend, growing in Spirit.

I was able to get to know them deeper and strengthen bonds.

I was able to listen.
I was able to see.

I was able to feel and experience the movement of the Holy Spirit.

I was able to lift my eyes, my heart, my hands, my prayers, my attention, my focus, my life...

I was able to love on these kids (they'll never really know how much I love them).

Y'all are my people.  And I'm so proud of that and grateful for that.  

Thank you for letting this "old" gal be your friend.  I love you!

xoxo, angie

"Joy" --Rend Collective

We're choosing celebration

Breaking into freedom

You're the song

You're the song

Of our hearts

We cast aside our shadows

Trust You with our sorrows

You're the song

You're the song

Of our hearts

We're dancing to the rhythm of Your heart

We're rising from the ashes to the stars

You're the joy joy joy lighting my soul

The joy joy joy making me whole

Though I'm broken, I am running

Into Your arms of love

The pain will not define us

Joy will reignite us

You're the song

You're the song

Of our hearts

The dark is just a canvas

For Your grace and brightness

You're the song

You're the song

Of our hearts

We're dancing to the rhythm of Your heart

We're rising from the ashes to the stars

You're the joy joy joy lighting my soul
The joy joy joy making me whole

Though I'm broken, I am running

Into Your arms of love

You're the joy

The song in my heart

The hope of my soul

In the shadows

In the sorrows

In the desert

When the pain hits

You are constant

Ever-present

You're the song of my heart

You're the joy joy joy lighting my soul

The joy joy joy making me whole

Though I'm broken, I am running

Into Your arms of love

Into Your arms

Life Limbo

I have never been a fan of the game of limbo.  For starters, I have never been great with flexibility.  The V-sit stretch in PE was my nemesis (okay, I'll be honest.  PE was my nemesis).  The only backbend I could ever do was the cheater when you started out on the ground and lifted your torso.  I'm just not a flexible person.
Second, it consistently gets harder.  Ya know, it starts out all simple and  kinda fun, heading into something that you're pretty sure you can do fairly easily...and then with each level the bar gets lowered, the intensity grows exponentially.  You know for each person how sudden that one round goes--at one point, it's a little tight but still very doable; and then the very next round, you're out.
Third, when you're out, you either have to duck and dodge, or you have to fall...and both of those options are a low to no on the fun scale.


Anyone sensing that this is going to turn metaphorical in 3...2...1...?

Our life has been a game of limbo the past 12-18 months, and I am so incredibly over it.  It is even less fun when it's your life that is in the constant guessing phase, especially when that inflexibility tends to rear its head in my heart as well as my limbs.

Basically, we've been told for years now that we'll be moving soon.  The job and the location and the time frame have changed so many times, I've lost count.  We are kept very much in the dark about their plans for him and everything can change at whoever's whim that belongs to (I don't even know who it is that makes these decisions..."the man").

I very much feel like a pawn in someone else's game, not allowed to know what the next move is but forced to take it whenever "they" (again, whoever that is) see fit.

We're at the point in this limbo game, that I really do feel like it's the last round.  Bending and bending and bending so much that it hurts.  And although I'm ready to duck and dodge, I have a feeling it's going to be more like a fall.  Or who knows...maybe that flexibility will kick in when I need it most.

This year and a half of turnarounds has made me a stronger person in a lot of ways.  I've been forced to become more independent; to find strength I didn't know I had; and strangely, I've become a better housewife.  But on the other hand, it has completely drained me.  Hunter and I don't even get to talk much anymore; I do most of the parenting experiences alone...I do a lot of stuff alone actually (always in the company of my 3 yr and 7 mo old however); I'm constantly spent.  <---  and all of those things only amplify how much I hate life limbo.

I'm really trying to lean into this as a lesson my God is teaching me about letting go of control.  About learning to listen for his guidance instead of making my own plans.  About embracing opportunity and not getting in the way of something great.  I've been reading 7 and Interrupted and Barefoot Church and they are wrecking me...in all the best ways possible {thank you, Hatmakers,
for messing up my mind!  no seriously, thanks}.  And I'm trying to look at my life through those lenses of actually leaning into God and trusting where we are taken.  But at the same time, I feel so unsettled right now...just not right, like something is just off and I can't identify exactly what it is.

This post really wasn't meant to inspire pity, but instead to let myself vent and process a bit.  As my best friend put so well tonight, "I have a schizophrenic heart"...and that, dear people, will wear you plum out.

So we have no idea where we're going, when we're going, or what we're doing...but that's pretty much life in a nutshell anyway, huh?  This causes a lot of emotions to flood through me--anger, fear, exhaustion, uncertainty, anxiety...most prevalent tonight is some anger because I'm so over the changes.  Wrapping my head around major change is not something that's easy for me.  Little stuff, no sweat, I can roll with the punches and normally pretty laid back.  The big stuff, I need a lot of warning, a lot of process time, and usually a lot of tears.  So when I mentally prepare myself for something only for it to be shot down and changed, that just sucks and takes a big toll on me.  And it's happened a lot lately...

Hopefully this is just a season.  The lessons learned best are the ones that come through struggle.  So whatever we are being taught here should surely stick.  I still have a husband who cares so deeply for me and two absolutely beautiful children.  So come what may... (I really don't feel that way, but I'm trying, dad gum it!)

love, angie

Class of 2015, here's to you

Tonight, my last little group of students gets to graduate.  They've written all the papers and completed all the projects and solved all the word problems and taken all the tests and studied all the study guides and read all the books and learned all the things.  At least they've done all of that that they've needed to complete grade school.  They did it!

This class of 2015 is such a special one.  As a whole, they're kind of a different breed.  Getting my room ready for school to start the year I had them, all I kept hearing were horror story after horror story and warning after warning.  This class didn't really have a middle ground--they had a lot of students who were zealous about school and tried really hard; and they had a lot of students who couldn't have cared less about anything having to do with school.  While making seating charts for day 1, I showed my rosters to some teachers who knew the kids already, hoping to get some help on knowing which ones to keep separated as best I could...she just laughed and hugged me when she saw who all was in my classes together.  Oh boy.

However, those conversations and stories at the beginning of the year about kids I hadn't even met yet gave my heart a stir.  And I resolved right then and there that I was not going to form preconceived notions about these kiddos.  So I told them from the moment they walked in my room, they became my kids...and that with me, they were starting with a clean slate.  And I completely meant it.

We had our fair share of struggles that year--because let's face it, they had earned those horror stories being told about them...  Remember those rosters that made my coworker laugh?  By the middle of the year, I had told my counselor to move some kids out and into different classes or I was out; and I had also  let my principal know that this would be my last year to teach and I was looking for other job opportunities because I just couldn't do this classroom thing anymore.  After a long conversation {full of tears...}, some students moved around, taking some responsibility off my plate (4 preps, DC trip planner, team leader, and more...), and a good long Christmas break, I came back a little less dramatic and a little more renewed to finish out the year.  

Hunter and I had always planned for me to stay home with our kids when we had them.  Starting that school year, we had begun talking about starting a family, but who knew when it would happen.  Well, in February, we found out it had.  Thanks to one of my lovely students who poked my tummy and said, "Mrs. Newby, you gain some weight?  Maybe just 2 pounds? :)"  {I was too shocked and tickled to be upset with her and just swatted her little hand away and laughed}, I went home to take a test.  We were having a baby.  And I immediately knew that this would be my last group of students...

I waited a long time to tell any of them because it just kind of made me sad to think about leaving...  Several came and asked on their own time if I was ok and what was going on, because apparently I was moody and not as happy as usual and tired all the time...haha, yep pretty much :)  Sweet things just wanted their normal, happy teacher back.  

One day when I was about at my wits' end, a very sweet coworker of mine and her daughter (who I had also taught in Reading the first half of the year), made this precious basket for me because they knew I was about to just melt.  It was beautiful and perfect and made every bit of my day better.  And when I brought it in and set it on my desk, one of my precious little Advanced students asked, "but why did they give you stuffed animals?  You don't need those."  I just grinned and the whole class erupted in, "omg are you pregnant?!"  And then it spread like wildfire :)

all of the items in the basket corresponded with a part of Psalm 23
such a special gift

Anywho, that's a lot of story that probably doesn't interest you--but it's a lot of what I think of when I think back on the class of 2015. 

I have a lot of other things I think of too.  I also will always remember taking one of my students, who was letting bad decisions and bad attitudes get in the way, to see one of the students from Erin Gruwell's first classes (Freedom Writers...watch it, you won't regret it.  It's what kept me going on days I wanted to throw in the towel).  I will always remember planning and organizing and preparing for the DC trip, and more importantly touring our nation's history with an incredible group of kids.  I will always remember the feelings of absolute frustration and defeat...that were always followed up by "lightbulb moments" and feelings of "oh, this is why it's worth it..."  I will always remember laughing; oh, they could make me laugh!  I will always remember my little strays and the random drop in visits I would get throughout the day.  I will always remember taking my GT kids to the Holocaust museum.  I will always remember how excited they got about getting stickers for being on time--and how much that cut down on tardies (sometimes it really is the little things...)  I will always remember how it felt to pack up my room and tell all my kiddos bye.  

...off to my last day of school...

And I will always remember the lessons I learned from them--patience (oh the lessons in patience!), the importance of second chances, what's really important, how to laugh at mistakes and mishaps, that hard work pays off, to love people when it's hard because that's when they need it most... 

Sadly, I will not be able to see my kiddos graduate this year.  Due to the insane amounts of rain we have gotten this year, they had to move graduation inside, which majorly limited seating.  Please know, my lovelies, that I have been looking forward to this night for you for years.  It makes me so incredibly sad that I won't be there to share this incredible moment with you; but know without a single shred of doubt that you could not make me more proud!

SO my precious children...one more time, let's take it back to my day and dear old Mr. Feeney for one last lesson, shall we?

This scene has always touched my heart (and made my eyes leak...)--because to me, it captures the most important lesson in life.  I am beyond proud of you and so honored to have been a part of your educational journey.  I pray that you learned something in my classroom.  I would be thrilled for those lessons to be of the English language and writing and grammar; but what would make my heart sing more would be for you to look back and know that you learned the value of yourself; that I believed in you with every ounce of my being; that you are capable.

So my dear students, my only hope for you is to not only do well in whatever endeavors you face, but more importantly...do good.  Do good.  And know that you have the ability to change the world.

You make my soul smile.  And you will always be my kids.

Go do great things and make me proud!

All my love and best,

Mrs. Newby

"Your task: to build a better world," He said,

I asked Him, "How?

This world is such a large, vast place, 

So complicated now;

And I so small and useless am,

There's nothing I can do."

But He in all His wisdom said,

"Just build a better you."

Be good.  Do good.

Live and love well!

it's always better when we're together

I may have just gotten more than a little emotional sitting on the couch watching a video our friends made for Hunter's 21st birthday.  That was 9 years ago. Holy moly.

They came down to see us that summer for his birthday and brought this little video montage with them. That year had been pretty much a disaster for us--our relationship was in tact, but our world was crumbling. And let me tell you something...God's almighty hand put these people in our lives to walk that journey with us. 

We hadn't even known each other a year by this point. But even then, we knew without question that the connection was firm, sincere, and unshakeable. We've walked with each other through weddings, divorces, babies, moves, weight gain, mission trips, deaths, hard diagnoses, bad decisions, school, vacations, and everything in between. These people undoubtedly helped (and keep helping) shape us into the people and couple we are. They love us when we're wrong. They love us when we're annoying. They love us even though we're far away. They love us because we are us. And that's just as grand as it gets, folks. 

Watching those pictures scroll through, this time knowing how life has turned out so far for all of us, was such a different feeling. We were so young and so stupidly unaware. And oh how there are so many days I wish we could all just go back and relive it. 

Let's just be honest. Sometimes this life sucks. It just flat out beats you up. People mess with your heart. Disaster and disrase have no prejudices. The demands of the daily will wear you ragged. Not to mention kids and work and adult-ing. As that ever so "lovely" episode of Grey's Anatomy put it this week: the carousel never stops turning. 

But you know what makes the ride possible?  Your people. The ones who will jump out and get crazy dizzy with you so you're not alone. The ones who climb in the trenches with you, tell it like it is, and force you to climb back out. The ones who laugh with and/or at you because it's just necessary. The ones who put you in your place, whether that's being taken down a notch or two or ten, or offering praise. The ones who know your dark moments. The ones who are there (even if it can't be physically) and you don't even have to wonder if they will be. Your people not only make life sucking more bearable, they make it pretty fantastic. 

And as I sat on my couch tonight, softly weeping (aka cheeks flooded with tears and ugly crying...), my heart and spirit overflowed with gratitude for these people. These hilarious weirdos that I get to do life with. 

I love my people. 

Xoxo, angie

Ps. I know that all of you are going to make fun of this random emotional outburst. Get over it. You know I'm the bleeding heart and you love me in spite of it (or maybe even because of it!).  Just humor me and embrace all the feels, k?  K. 

Word Nerd.

I have been reading a lot this week, and I feel better for so many reasons!

First of all, the speaker at our youth rally this weekend offered a Gospel Challenge.  He asked us to read through the Gospels in the month of March; so basically a book a week.  I've tried this before, just trying to commit to a book a month, and I sadly and inexcusably wasn't successful.  I'm so happy to say that as of now (day 4...it's still early, but it's progress!), I'm right on track.  And I am thoroughly enjoying it.  I'm hoping and planning to do the same challenge in April, reading a different translation.  Who knows--maybe I'll do it each month for the rest of the year.

The Gospels are so important because they give us the true voice of Jesus while he was veiled in human form.  Reading through his life's story, especially so many times, gives such insight into his character, his voice, and his love.  And the more we know that, the more easily we will be able to recognize his presence in our lives.

I'm also reading Made to Crave by Lysa Terkeurst.  I started it about a year ago, but I wasn't on a health journey then, so the commitment faded quickly.  However, I started the Advocare 24 day challenge this week, and this book has been an amazing partner for this journey.  It has also been a great partner for the Gospel challenge.  Because as I'm reading through all of these and making different food and exercise choices (and when I say different exercise choices, I mean choosing to do something...as opposed to the nothing that is my norm), it really is tying all together.  I'm craving food less and my Bible reading more.  It's a process, but I'm working through it.

Speaking of the 24 day challenge...  I had gotten down lower than pre preggo weight while I was nursing again (did the same thing with Bella).  But after I stopped, the weight started to crawl back up.  And not only that, my eating habits were terrible and not changing.  When my big clothes started to get tight, I knew I had to do something.  Plus, I didn't really feel bad, but I knew without a doubt I could feel better.  Several of my friends have had success with Advocare (especially my bestie who looks and feels more amazing than ever); since she sells it now and had experience, I jumped on board and bought the challenge.  Being the dear that she is (and because I was nervous and kept putting it off), she decided to do it with me.  It has been so much easier having a partner through it to check in and ask questions and be accountable to.  I can't tell a huge difference yet, but I can tell you I'm not hungry all day like I figured I would be.  And it has been easier (so far...) to avoid the snacking temptations that I gave into without any thought at all just a few days ago.  I know that'll get harder somewhere down the line; hoping and praying for strength to fight through!  I also know that my reading and praying will build in me self control and discipline to continue.

I also started The Best Yes (also by Lysa Terkeurst; she's kind of my BFF) last month and really want to finish it.  The lesson she tackles in those pages is one I desperately need to improve upon.

And finally, I ordered a few books off of Amazon last week and cannot wait to dive into them.  I may have a problem...finish a book before overloading yourself with more, Ang!  I digress...

Several people I follow had posted that they had laughed and cried their way through Home is Where My People Are by Sophie Hudson (author of the BooMama blog).  I had never heard of her, but this book got enough praise from some people I truly admire that I needed to have it.  I've read the first few chapters and I can already tell it's going to speak to my heart.  Oh, I love my people and I love my roots and I love my stories.  This book is going to speak well to all of those pieces of me.

The other two books in that order were 7 and Interrupted by my newfound BFF Jen Hatmaker.  I just love her.  And I get to hear her husband, Brandon, speak at a conference I'm attending in a couple of weeks--so pumped!  Anyway, I know both of these books are going to mess with me in some of the best and worst ways...but we all need that to happen sometimes; more often really...and I'm going to let Mrs. Hatmaker's Spirit-led words sharpen me over the next few months...

I will also be ordering Kid President's new book for my babes for Easter!  Brad and Robbie are some incredible fellas who I've had the pleasure of meeting a couple of times; their mission to make the world more awesome is really a disguised way to spread the love of Jesus.  And that right there is as awesome as it gets.

And I've gotten back to reading my blog friends' stories more often!

I'm a word nerd, so getting back into reading has been better for me than I realized it would be.  I just get so swept up in mamahood and housewife duties and youth ministry biz and this and that and everything, that I convince myself that my brain just can't handle anything else.  So I either turn on the tv and blindly watch something, or I whip out my phone and get lost in thoughtless games and social media.  This week however, I've read.  When K wakes up at night, I read.  As I lay down to go to sleep, I read.  While I eat lunch, I read.   After everyone goes to sleep, I read.  Before my kids wake up, I read.  And I love it.

Until next time...
love, angie

Mrs. Clean...ish

I'm no award winning housekeeper.  By any means.  I'm a little bit of a hoarder keeper of all too many things...and I just really don't like cleaning.  So I was a little nervous about the state of my house once I had two tiny tots to manage.

Surprisingly though, my house actually stays cleaner now that I have two kiddos than it did with just one, or even before any.  It's never really spotless, but I have started doing a pretty decent job staying up with the clutter and the picking up (although actual deep cleaning still happens waaaaay less than it needs to).

I've forced myself to pick up a few helpful habits (that I have been doing successfully 95-100% of the time since the new year, so I think it's officially habit):

1. I try my hardest to go to bed with an empty sink.  Dirty dishes have never been something that just bothers me like they do some people.  However, I have found that waking up to a clean kitchen just takes a bit of a load off and starts my day of fresh.  Some things that have helped with this is working on the dishes all day long so it's never really a huge chore.  I'm also better about this because I have a baby and his bottles that need to be washed in the sink regularly.

2.  Rinsing out bottles.  This should seem like a no-brainer, and I'll probably gross some out you out (including myself) with this confession.  But when Bella was a baby, I was too lazy to even rinse out her bottles after she drank them.  I let them soak in hot soapy water before washing them all, so I always wash them in bulk.  But this go round, I'm sure to rinse out the bottle and nipple/throwing the liner away before lining them up on the counter...there were some pretty nasty things to deal with in Bella's case, and I can't believe I didn't do this extremely simple step to prevent that.

3.  I always pick up the living room and her bedroom before I go to sleep.  We did a decent toy and clothing purge right after Christmas, and once again, everything has a place.  Arabella is getting better about being able to help pick up too.  The mess used to not bother me unless it just got out of hand or stayed messy for a long time.  Now, several days, we pick up in the middle of the day and throughout because I just can't stand stuff being everywhere.

4.  I try to keep the laundry run through so it doesn't pile up big time.  I do ok with this, but the folding and putting away still takes longer than I'd like.  I'm hoping to get in the habit of doing that as soon as I take each load out of the dryer, but it's still a work in progress.  I am much better about folding and putting away the kids' laundry than I was with just Bella though.

5.  Unpacking.  We go a lot.  Suitcases used to stay in our rooms and the living room for days, sometimes weeks.  I'm still not always great at getting things unpacked promptly, but here lately, I have been doing a lot better.  My suitcases stay on my bedroom floor still, but none in the living room.  And I unpack Hunter and the kids pretty quickly.  This also helps me be able to find the clothes and shoes and accessories I'm looking for without having to rummage through suitcases and piles.

I desperately need to get better about keeping the floors clean.  I just so hate cleaning floors :/  The bathroom is also a weakness.  I do ok with the toilet and usually the tub, but the room as a whole is lacking.

I really think that having the second kid clicked some internal switch that made me realize how quickly things can get out of hand if I let them.  So I'm trying my absolute darnedest not to let that happen!  I know I feel better waking up to a "clean" (at least picked up) house, and Hunter appreciates it as well.  I'm hoping I can keep these habits up and improve the ones that aren't quite up to par yet.

clean wishes!

love, angie

sick of being sick

My kids have been sick for months.  MONTHS.  Arabella came down with a cold two days after Kaplan was born and has had some form of ick ever since.  Kaplan joined those ranks around Thanksgiving and has held onto his congestion as well.

And I am SO over it.

This past week has just been terrible.  My girl has not been herself at all.  Fever on and off, randomly putting herself to bed or going to sleep extremely early, whining out the wazoo, refusing to eat...NO fun.  And my boy's cough came back with a vengeance when we got home from vacation.  So back to the doctor's office we went.  For what I believe was around the 16th or more visit since K was born...not even four months ago.  Ridiculous.  Ri-dic-u-lous. {the amount of prescriptions we've had is also just nutty.}

Today has laughed at me in the face.  And I have not laughed back.  Arabella has been a whiney, melting down mess.  And Kaplan, on top of his lovely cold, seems to have also contracted the stomach bug that my mom had earlier this week.  Throw up everywhere, diarrhea diapers, only Pedialyte through the night...

I'm just SO over it.  Still (in case you thought something had changed).

I used to check the blog daily and go read all of the posts that my fellow bloggers were so dedicated in posting.  But these past few months, that habit has dwindled...sadly.  Today, something struck me to go visit my "friends" worlds, and I'm so glad I did.

Ryan at Loved and Lovely posted this:

"(And, in case it wasn't completely and utterly obvious, I'm not happy about or proud of having worked so much and would never hold last month up as an example of how well I'm doing at life. I sucked at life last month on basically every level. But that's just the way things go sometimes. There are incredible months, and there are terrible months, and there are months that you won't even remember because they flew by in such an unceremonious way. You have to add them all up and take an average. Somewhere in the midst of the awesome and not-so awesome, you've probably got a pretty sweet, little life. Am I right?)"

And oh how those words resonated with me!  In the midst of this crappy, sickly, nasty, whiney time...it'll all average out.  This too shall pass and good times will be had again.  And oh how I hope and pray they come sooner rather than later.  Because we do have a pretty sweet little life.

So until then, we're headed back to the doctor's office in the morning.  Again.  {this has to be some sort of record}.  I also order some Thieves and Purification Essential Oils that should be here in the next few days.  This germ fest has got to find somewhere else to set up shop.  The Newby family is just done.

hoping you're healthy...

love, angie