It is quiet here as I pack the last of our home. David is sleeping, Greg is still in Chicago. There has been a sense of excitement here the last couple of days as I was anticipating our big move... about 10 minutes from where we live currently.
However, tonight as I rocked David to sleep a little sadness rushed in... this would be the last time I would rock him in that room. The one we planned so meticulously for him. I walk through our house among all of the boxes and see the last nine years of our lives packed.
This is the home Greg and I began decorating about 4 months before we married. This is where we came home together for the first time after our honeymoon. This was the home where we began our life as Mr. and Mrs. This home, saw great joy when we brought home our first baby after being here almost 8 years. We have planted trees and watched them grow, we have seen neighbors come and go, and now it is our turn, our family has grown and it is our turn to go. This home has protected us, provides wonderful memories of our beginning together, and this home has a new family to take our place.
Tonight with all of the excitement there is also a little sadness... this is the last night in our home.
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