Monday, February 17, 2014

:: New Things (Photo Heavy) ::

So sometimes I think we must be crazy.  We have been gifted with some of the best friendships we'll ever have. Ever.  

We've had babies, shared hurts and celebrated many, many, MANY special occasions, vacationed, fixed/installed toilets and sinks, camped, laughed, cried and loved for many years - some of us as much as 10...a few, way longer.  These people...they know my stuff. And they love me. Support us through anything. These days, they've been no different. As we go through this painful process of moving a mere three hours away, in our aching hearts, it feels like we'll be across the other side of the world. It might as well be with the heartache I'm feeling. This is it. These are the down and dirty emotions I've been shoving down for weeks. Delayed reality.  The cause of the pit that's been in my stomach for weeks now. I know...This is all normal. Scary, nerve wracking and normal. And there's this whole other side of the devastation. It's a jumbled bag of sadness, excitement, fear, joy and terror. I never, in a million years, thought we'd ever leave our home. Never thought that would be us.

Now...we work through all of these emotions. I'm feeling them quite acutely after a weekend in Portland with 10 of our closest friends - and even more so as our friends trickled away back home, leaving us here alone. Tears are at the ready today.

It's ok. It's just part of the process. I can't put it off any longer. 



I thank God for all of our friends (many not pictured).  We are so, so, so, so blessed. Thanks for being a constant in our lives.  Thank you for (still) being aunties and uncles to my kids.  We look forward to many more memories to be made with you all!  We love you.