.: “riding in cars with boys”…

Ryland and Daddy Playin’ in the Boxes
Packing up your “home” is crazy business… It seems that with every item you place in a box you are destroying the life you have built and the memories created within the boundaries of your home. But as I have gone through the process of grieving the loss of what most would label as “home” I have found in the attitude of my son the reminder I needed.
All he needs is be with Ryan and I. He knows that with us he is safe, provided for, and loved…at home. He has no idea that he is now 1089 miles from the place that was his home for the 5 1/2 months of his life. It simply doesn’t matter to him. The boxes don’t matter to him. The fact that all his toys are on a Semi-Truck somewhere far away does not matter to him. We are his home.
My home is the arms of my husband, the trusting gaze of my son, and the everlasting love of my Father. I am home! Here in the Comfort Inn of Stauton Virginia where my husband is sawing logs next to me, my son is softly sighing, and my Father is in control…I am home.
NOW FOR THE JOURNEY…RIDING IN CARS WITH BOYS

Watchin’ the Movers Load Our Stuff
The movers arrived at the Oak Street Weaver Casa at about 12:30 pm on Monday(1/8/07). The guys from Condor Moving Co. came in and swiftly and methodically dismatled, padded, inventoried, and packed all of our wordly possessions in a matter of 7 hours. Ryan, Ryland, and I watched in amazment as these men put our lives in a truck. We are very easily entertained. However Ryland got a little tired of it. So I took him outside to play…his first time in the grass, and probably the last till spring.

Playin’ in the Grass (1/8/07)
The movers finally drove off about 8:30 pm from Boyd’s Parking lot. The truck containing all our stuff as well as Ryan’s office items left for Arlington TX(which did not leave for MD until 10:00 am on 1/10…2 days later). Since it was a such a late hour we decided to crash at Lolly and Pops (Kevin and Chris Weaver…Ryan’s Parents) house in Honey Grove instead of beginning our trip east as we had planned.

Day One, January 9th, Memphis or Bust
We left Honey Grove at the wonderful time of 3:53am. Ryland was sleeping soundly in his carrier until our first stop somewhere in Arkasas. At which time he proceeded to hate his car seat which you can tell by the look on his face in the picture above. The boy likes to move around and play, and the straps and seat were bogarting his space. He relaxed a little later and accepted his seated status. He’s a great kid. Meanwhile we made great time to Memphis arriving somewhere between 12 and 1pm. Memphis was our goal, and in Memphis we stopped. We were worn out from the last couple of weeks of packing from 10pm-2am (it was so much easier to get stuff done when Rylz was asleep). So we called it a day, had lunch, took a nap, ate dinner, and went to bed.

Day Two, January 10th, We’ll not Rest till Roanoke
This morning we left our hotel around 10:00am (approximately the same time our stuff left Arlington TX) with the goal of reaching Roanoke Virginia before we stopped for the night. We had about 700 miles to travel to reach Roanoke. We hit the road after eating a hearty continental breakfast and cleaning up after my son, who figured out how to push mommy’s plate onto the floor.
Ryland also figured out how that sleeping was the best way to endure the oppression of the car seat, and Ryan figured out how to score himself a police escort from Memphis to Nashville.
Here’s the story…
Shortly after leaving Memphis we were traveling through Brownsville when we saw a police car in the mirrors…yes Ryan was speeding a little. So we began saying the desperate prayers of those caught in their sin. When surpisingly the cop moves to the right lane speeds up and proceeds to accelerate and then move back to the left lane. At that time we were breathing sighs of relief, when we see a strange car with a huge Red Bull can on top of it. The car was on our butts, and Ryan couldn’t figure out what their deal was. So we sped up, passed the truck that was to our right and got over so they could pass. That was when I saw the light bulb go in Ryan’s head. Red Bull, as we would later call them, and West Memphis (a company truck from West Memphis Arkansas) were speeding up to use the cop as a ticket to drive at excessive speeds. Ryan joined the train…as a result we made a three our trip form Memphis to Nashville in approximately an hour and a half (it would have been faster, but as soon as the cop exited we ran into stand still traffic). That was thrilling and of course a little scary. Definatly a highlight of the day.

“Red Bull, It Gives You Wings” Here Are Our Brave Friends
After Nashville, I took over for my portion of the driving duties. It wasn’t nearly as exciting as Ryan’s leg, but I did get to see some dustings of snow and the views that are created by the Smokey Mountains. Tennessee is an unecissarily long state. Although it is very beautiful. When your driving through you just can’t wait for it to end. Ryan and I have decided that when we drive back to see family we will choose a different route and avoid TN altogether. After about 5 hours of driving from Nashiville to Knoxville and beyond we finally crossed the state line into Bristol, Virginia.
Ryan took over driving duties after a brief pee break and proceeded to drive us to Roanoke which was another 137 miles. It was dark by this time and we were a little delerious but still of sound mind…if the two can coexist, when we finally arrived in Roanoke. We were planning to stay at the Holiday Inn so we could rack up some sweet action Priority Club Points. In route we were slightly distracted by “The Bell” where we purchases some burritos and tacos. This distraction apparently caused Ryan to lose his sense of direction. As we were heading towards the Holiday Inn Ryan missed the turn and ended up back on the highway( if you read Ryan’s blog he says it just didn’t look good enough, but this is the truth…to his credit though, it really didn’t look very nice). We ended up driving another 100 miles( our mantra ===no back tracking, and no going of the highway…stay the course).
So here we are at the Comfort Inn of Stauton Virginia less than three 327 miles (4 hours) away from the new Weaver Casa in Delmar, MD. We will be in our new home tomorrow…waiting on our stuff to arrive.
…thanks to all of you who have prayed for us…we love you…
OUR GOD IS GOOD…HE BLESSES US BEYOND OUR WILDEST DREAMS WHEN WE TRUST IN HIS PLAN. WE WEAVER’S ARE LIVING TESTIMONY OF WHAT GOD DOES WHEN WE ARE OBEDIENT. WE CAN NOT TAKE CREDIT FOR THE WAY HE HAS WORKED OUT EVERY DETAIL OF OUR JOURNEY TO MD. MAY WE LIVE WORTHY OF HIS CALLING.
Manda
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