We have one week left in our home.
One. Friggin. Week.
**cue emotional breakdown**
It’s so hard for me to wrap my head around the fact that we only have one week left. We’ve started packing and the memories that come flooding back as I’m going through closets…. jeez. Remember those awesome Christmas parties?! I found a box of decor that we used for those parties, haha! We had so many get togethers here–so many fun times with so many special people.
And the memories of being up late at night studying– this is where I finished my degree and studied for all the classes for my teaching certification and the Master’s that I never finished. Remember the story of the Momma wolf spider who came to visit me one night when I was up late studying for an exam? I didn’t realize she was a Momma and when I went to smash her, millions of babies hopped off her back and spread through the house. Yuck!
And more importantly, this home is where we became parents. We brought the boys home to this house–and Lorelei was born in the living room! I’ve rocked and nursed my babies here. Breathed in their sweet little heads while up for 3 am feeds. I’ve sat in the bathroom with my hidden chocolate stash and cried into my hands because of feeling so completely and utterly overwhelmed with life. We’ve played hard and had lots of snuggles. In fact, we’re snuggled up on the couch together as I type this… Logan’s little head leaning on my shoulder, Atti holding onto my arm with his dimpled little fingers, and Lorelei lying on her blanket at our feet cooing and playing with her toys.
And now I’m crying again.
One thing is for certain… we are vastly different people than the two newlyweds who moved in here. We have grown and changed so much.
Matured.
This is our last Sunday morning here. Chris made one final Sunday breakfast for all of us. And I couldn’t help but feel a little sad when we all sat down together to eat. Sunday morning breakfast has become a tradition for our little family. When we all get to sleep in and have a lazy morning together.
Sipping coffee and snuggling on the couch.
Playing.
Laughing.
It’s just so hard. I’ve been trying to explain to Logan all week that a person can feel 2 conflicting emotions at the same time.
Because Mommy is both super sad and excited.
Sad that our Sunday morning tradition is over at this house, but excited to create new traditions at the new house.
Sad to leave our home, but excited for our new adventure.
Excited about turning the new house into a home.
Excited.
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