moving on

so, moving day is upon us. we have exactly ten ‘sleeps’ left in our current home. for those of you new to the blog, or that don’t know us personally, i’ll let you in on some of our more intimate details…

hubs and i didn’t live together before marriage. i’m not about to go down that path of stating why or why not – we just knew what we believed to be right for us, and we decided to spend our first nights together under the same roof as husband and wife.

our first ‘place’ was literally under the roof…he moved into my itty bitty attic apartment. poor guy bumped his head at every turn! he was so kind about it though. needless to say, we started house hunting immediately! it must have been a dry spell in the housing market around here, b/c we were faced with slim pickings. our realtor tickled our cramped fancies by showing us this brand new townhouse community in a desirable location. hubs was driving quite a commute to a nearby city at the time, and so being right off the interstate was so enticing. not to mention, we were still ten minutes from practically every family member, and i had about a three minute commute to the school in which i was student teaching. we spent those summer months following our wedding day in sweaty anticipation (my apt had no a/c) for our bigger, brand new home!

fast-forwarding here…we moved in on the first of october 2008, and it wasn’t until december 2009 that we welcomed our beautiful child, ava, into our lives. this is where it really begins.

the other day, as i was thinking about this move…this house…the life that exists here…i found myself dwelling on the ‘good-bye.’  i have been sooo eager to sell this house and move on. since finding out about eden, we have been in the ‘need a bigger home’ mode. we’ve hit it hard, and although we’ve been delivered a few blows and endured what has been a rollercoaster ride of offers and emotions, after having our home on the market for nearly four months, we are finally ready for the grand exodus.

and here is where my mind and spirit went…

in the beginning God created the heavens and the earth. now the earth was formless and empty, darkness was over the surface of the deep, and the Spirit of God was hovering over the waters. (Gen. 1:1-2)

now no shrub had yet appeared on the earth and no plant had yet sprung up, for the Lord God had not sent rain on the earth and there was no one to work the ground, but streams came up from the earth and watered the whole surface of the ground. then the Lord God formed a man from the dust of the ground and breathed into his nostrils the breath of life, and the man became a living being. (Gen. 2:5-7)

and therein lies something beautiful that applies to what happened within these four walls that december. we became a family. we, by the gift of God, formed man in our own image. we prepared a place for this little being, but before her, without her, it was just a formless place, a room, walls, paint, a spare bed and a mess of boxes. then, she came, and God Himself, breathed life into that room, and like a miraculous breeze, He allowed more life to flow into bedroom after bedroom, until four babies later (one in heaven), we have a house whose walls are literally breathing. their rooms became alive when we hung that first piece of decor. our kitchen took its first breath when we put that ultrasound picture on the refrigerator…and like a child moving from milk to solids, the spirit of this home grew stronger and stronger with every kitchen dance party, birthday celebration, bath time, bedtime, late night feeding time…my goodness, our house is alive, and it seems we’re saying good-bye to a trusted friend and the keeper of so many precious memories.  when the new owner moves in, and he hears and feels the cool, kitchen floor creek under his feet for the first time, he’ll have no idea how i’ve come to expect saying hello to those worn boards almost every night for the past three years as i’m venturing in the dark to get a little person a bottle, a cup of milk, or a dose of tylenol.  

i wish, to make it easier on my heart, that our house could feel more like an object, a stepping stone, a place we simply occupied, but i can’t. i’ll never forget any of it. i can’t go into too many details, b/c there are so many, but we’ve brought babies into this home and we’ve lost a baby in this home. i could tell you exact spots in which i felt the first contractions of impending deliveries. i close my eyes an can see us reading stories to ava in her bed…catching glimpses of the girls playing on isla’s floor together…finding them jumping on our bed in the middle of the day while the afternoon sun floods our bedroom… i’ll miss that backyard view from that bedroom too. laying on the bed on a lazy sunday, staring out the window into a sea of trees or a screen of snowfall…i will miss that. i will miss all of these moments and places. i just pray and pray that the life in these walls follows us to those new walls and fills them up with the same warmth and love we’ve shared here.

i don’t know what the girls will actually remember as they grow, but i hope that everything they do remember is as fun and loving as we tried to make it for them every day.  

i hope you don’t mind coming down memory lane with me over the next week and a half as we wind down our time here…

the great thing about the internet is you won’t have to see how weepy these posts are making this mama!  ๐Ÿ˜‰


  1. says

    Reading this brought back all my emotions from our move last year. So many memories. We were so focused on selling that when it became real I found myself a little resentful of the buyers like they wouldn't be able to really appreciate the house as much as we did (I feel guilty about that now b/c when we met them at the closing they were very nice people). I'm sure great things are ahead for you and your family in your new home, but I totally get how you're feeling. Good luck! ๐Ÿ™‚
    -Emily @

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