It doesn't take much these days. A sad country song on the radio pushed me over the edge taking Pace TO school and then again FROM school today. It seems like tears are just waiting to brim over lately. Don't worry; it's a healthy sadness. It's just that moving from here:
Is a loooooong way:
And I'm sad about it.
I cried when I went to my yearly OB/GYN appointment and the sweet nurse who has talked me through two pregnancies hugged me goodbye. I cried when I bought some heavy cream and noticed that, by the time it expired, I wouldn't live in our home anymore. I cried when Noah left these flowers for Pace on our back door-step.
I cried as I walked home from book club in the darkness and knew it was the next-to-the-last time. I cried at the realization that the girls don't understand the magnitude of what's happening.
Fact is, I'm just not the leaving kind. We've talked about my love for the familiar before. I don't even like to move my furniture around, much less leave my whole house. Jeremiah is about to burst at the seams. He's ready to move on...to move out. I just want to hem myself up and not go anywhere. I love our little life.
I guess if you refuse to move, you get run over. So, this weekend our goal is to pack up and move out the basement.