Moments I've been anticipating for, well, four years, are now suddenly here. Monday Caleb graduates, Tuesday we load our moving truck, Thursday we close on this house, then we'll be leaving our little burgh behind for some sweet Southern hospitality. And we just bought a Memphis house without even meeting it face to face. If you know me I'm sure you're sure I've lost my ever lovin' mind.
I tell you what though, it feels just fine. I must be seriously chilling out in my advancing years.
Here are a few little photographic memories from the last while that I don't want swept under the moving van:
Breakfast at the Mckay's (my sister's.) 17 people not unusual for a Saturday morning.
This place feels like my second home and if you've ever been there, it's likely you feel the same way.
This place feels like my second home and if you've ever been there, it's likely you feel the same way.
Emme likes to solemnly digest her art, just like her sister did,
Only with a little more snot on the side.
Olivia in her happy place:
Malan and Jane in theirs:
Emme in a state of undress. More often than not the norm these days.
Caleb and two of his main babes heading for the symphony.
Daddy-daughter time may be slim for the next while so we'll surely take it while we can get it.
Caleb and two of his main babes heading for the symphony.
Daddy-daughter time may be slim for the next while so we'll surely take it while we can get it.
And this: I went to retrieve the wind chime we made from where we'd tied it to the willow and
found it had grown right in to the tree and will have to be left behind or torn apart. That stings.
There are things I just don't feel like leaving without. Like our little red house that we've poured our souls into making into our first sweet home. The yard where Janey had her first snowball fight, where Olivia had her first nap in the grass, and where Malan learned to swing. My sweet neighbor-friends and their children who play so well with mine. And all our other golden friends here, my first friends away from home, and their children-my children's first friends-all of whom are too good to replace. Now I'm crying. and I want my wind chime, dang it!
Dear spaces and souls we leave: believe me when I tell you it's tugging on my heart, and not just a little.
