Yesterday I was listening to 4 children laughing and playing together, all about princesses and the dog and the trucks who were saving them. Two little boys and two little girls. Hovered around my coffee table, totally engrossed with the trains and princesses, discussing back and forth without argument.
I am going to miss this. I'm going to miss the kids running over to play with Berlynn and Paris, miss sitting on the back porch and talking with neighbors, miss Zoe peaking in my backdoor at 9 am to see if Bekah and Kyle can play, miss Kyle staring out the window to see if Asher is home. I am going to miss opening my door and letting the kids run to the park or having other little kids come running in. I am going to miss looking out my back door and knowing who is home, or the safety of knowing that even with Rob gone, I can always get help. I am going to miss that my kids believe that we have a dog named Chico, because "Aunt Chris" (my neighbor whom we have adopted) has one.
If I didn't know this was right, I wouldn't be doing this. I know things will change here. This moment will move on. But for this moment, I am thankful I am here. And I can't tell how much I am just praying that we will all find friends in our new home. Oh I hate moving. And I really shouldn't watch movies of people forced out of their homes.
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I know exactly how you are feeling right now. We are moving the middle of October and although we know it is right, I sure am sad to leave this place. I haven't had a meltdown yet, but I know that one is on the way. Packing and moving is so dang emotional!
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