So sad to see you go

As a Mormon, the first thing you do when moving (even before locating a Wal-Mart) is to locate the church and other mormons! When we were deciding between the Razorbacks and the Rebels the first name Paul was given was: Marianne Yamnik. She worked in the financial aid office. I remember Paul laying on his stomach, feet perched towards the ceiling bobbing them up and down just like a junior high school girl would while talking to her best friend. I questioned: "Who are you talking to?" He replied "Marianne, we're talking about gardening." I couldn't believe he would talk for so long with a stranger. A few days later I called Marianne and mimicked Paul actions. She was my fast friend. During our visit to Oxford, we stayed with the Yamniks. We knew we had to live by them & the Blaus...not close, but right by. So we started knocking on doors, leaving notes and praying someone would be renting in their small street of town homes. I am here to tell you MIRACLES HAPPEN. We saw a man doing some yardwork and stopped to ask if he owned the property. Turns out he was preparing to sell it. We practically begged him to rent to us, bragging about ourselves and how awesome we are...that afternoon we went to his office and signed the lease. Done deal!

That MIRACLE has forever changed our lives...seriously. Now that the Yamniks have moved we are all alone on our little street, which was once Mormonville.



With all the craziness of moving (believe me they had craziness moving in two weeks) Marianne brought this over for Eden. She cleaned and washed her empty spices for Eden to play kitchen with. What thought, what tenderness and what love. Just as much as they will miss Eden waving at them in the window, Eden will miss them.

I won't spill my guts about how much we love and miss them (been there...done that). You people in Kansas better keep an eye out for them. Please take care of them and love them as we do. It will be your pleasure, your gain and your privilege to be in their presences.

Paul speaking:
P.S. Patrick, you are a rockstar. Your great example helped me handle the drama when your wife and Cyndi ganged up on me. Thanks for always being my friend. I will miss you.