Moving Day

Tomorrow (today) is moving day. It's the middle of the night really and we're still packing... almost done though.

The movers will come first thing in the morning.

Over the past four years this house and I have had a sort of love/ hate relationship. At times, the seemingly nonstop renovations took a toll and I'll admit it, I've done my share of complaining about this house.

And yet now a part of me doesn't want to leave. I realize how much I really do love this house.

Tonight we paused for a bit to sit out on the front steps and watch city life go by. It's one of my favorite things to do.

Colin turned on the bubble blower and ran around the yard trying to catch the bubbles. It reminded me of the days when I was home taking care of Colin as a baby. Almost every nice day, we'd sit out on the front steps, watching the city life go by and waiting for Chris to come home.

When the babies went to bed, just Colin and I were left out front and he caught me staring into space, thinking.

C: What you looking at mommy?

J: I'm just thinking, that's all.

C: What you thinking bout?

J: How when Daddy and I moved into this house, it was just us. Mommy, daddy and olive. And then we had you.... and then the babies.

I knew he wouldn't quite understand my answer but that was the truth. That was what I was thinking about.

I'll miss this house. Oh we've had good days here... and we've brought four beautiful babies home here.

But tomorrow I'll put on my brave mommy face and say goodbye. Colin will be sad, I know it. Chris and I will be too....

but also looking forward.