Moving North (actually South, but...)

After sixteen and a half years of marriage, Nick and I have finally bought a house.  We are thrilled!  The Lord has blessed us with the means (financially speaking) which we would not have thought possible.  We saw our new home for the first time in February, and it was the only one we walked into where we both said "wow".  It met all our criteria - most importantly, open plan living area.  So it's been a pretty crazy week, spending days at the hospital in between packing and getting ready.  Now, here we are - Moving Eve.
'Twas the the night before moving
And all through the house
Not a bedroom was tidy
Not even the kitchen
There were boxes and boxes
Taped and labelled all well
And there was chaos and clutter but lots of excitement.
And this poem doesn't rhyme
Microwave

Caleb, age 15

After the Easter weekend, the boys left for a fantastic week away at their Easter Reformed Baptist Youth Camp up on the North Island.  It's a pretty full-on five-day camp, packed with activities every day.  It was no wonder that the boys came home exhausted and, in Caleb's case, gaunt.  Or so we thought.  While Aaron bounced back to his cheerful and healthy self in a couple of days, Caleb spent the rest of the week in bed.  I suspected he had picked up a bug of sorts, although if I hadn't been desperately ignoring the other worrisome symptoms of what was to come, which had started prior to going away to camp, we might have gotten him to a doctor sooner.  Eventually Caleb was admitted to hospital early Sunday morning and diagnosed with Type 1 diabetes. He was actually quite unwell with extremely high ketone levels.  Thankfully the excellent staff at the hospital knew what to do, so over a few days in hospital they returned his blood sugar to a reasonable level and gave us much instruction on living with diabetes.  He is managing very well so far with a steep learning curve into the world of carb counting, blood glucose testing and insulin injections. We give God thanks for His many mercies.