Moving On.

Today is a rough day. 

It will be the last time I’m going to walk through our first home. It began as just Mark and me, and ended with the four of us. The home we brought our boys home from the hospital to; the home where we watched countless sunsets over the water and took hundreds of pictures of the beautiful longhorn from our backyard.

Many times throughout this process I have asked myself, are we doing the right thing? Did we jump into this too quickly? Maybe. Most decisions in my life I make quickly without dwelling on it long and they all seem to pan out the way God planned them to. I’ll let God take care of this one too.

I know this transition wouldn't be as hard if we were moving into our new home instead of a temporary, cramped 2 bedroom apartment; which by the way has already been a test of my patience. I do think that is a large part as to why I am so emotional. Anyone want two well-trained husky mixes for the next 7 months? (seriously).

I feel like going on a rant about things I’m going to miss; in no particular order.

The sunsets

The longhorns

The sound of the geese splashing in the pond, the pond in general, the stone pathway, 

the Texas Star

The stripes we painted in Copelan’s room (you can barely see)

(which took way too long but turned out awesome)

My bay window, the huge windows in the living room looking into our backyard, privacy, 3-car garage, the tree Mark loved but does know the name of, the awesome ceilings in the entryway...

All of Copelan’s firsts: 

First sink bath

 First Steps

First birthday

 First Snow

Mark's First Thanksgiving Turkey

(so handsome <3)

I know memories will be created in our new home, I just wish it were sooner than later. All of the physical things of the house can be recreated, but the memories cannot. So very thankful for pictures I can look back on and reminisce.

Remember I mentioned once about numbers sounding nice? Well, our new address sounds much better than the old and I take that as a good omen; bye-bye 14953 and hello 14720 (in 7 months). It’s ridiculous the amount of sadness I have when we will just be a short walk down the road. We will have black cows instead of longhorn to look at in our new backyard and a pond across the street we can fish in, instead of the pond behind the house (seriously I need to stop whining because this is a fair trade). It’s time to focus on the new fun memories to come.

Goodbye 14953, Mark and I were always so proud to call you home.

Until summer 2014, #apartmentlife #sleepisfortheweak #testofpatience #help #missmybackyard #sorryneighbors #loudbabies (#hashtagsarefunbecausepeoplehatethem)