Last Night in Our Old Home

I’m too tired and congested (from either stirring up dirt or the dying bouquet of flowers in my house) to write anything profound.

We built this home when my oldest was 2 1/2 he’s 14 now. You can do the math. We’ve been here a long time, longer than we imagined, but stayed longer for our neighbors who have become grandparents to us and the our kids. We will miss then tremendously and the kids will miss running next door for snacks and Sponge Bob, but we want to make a conscious effort to visit often.

I think the kids are getting nostalgic. Before bed I caught Grace sprawled out on the floor. I asked her what she was doing. She said “hugging the house. I’m going to miss it.”

We’re all going to miss it in one way or another, but I’m finally ready to move on. I’m ready to see what God has in store for us at the new house, though I’m not looking forward to the cleaning and moving in I still need to do!