In less than a week, we will be waking up in our new home, our unexpected new home for just one year, while we soul search about where to lay down roots.
I might have to force the family to do vision boards.
Goodbye to our first home as parents.
Seven years, three babies, 900 square feet.
Thank You, Lord, for watching over us, through the laughter and awe, through the screaming and tears. ALL OF IT. Only You knew the answers to all of our questions.
I waddled in here on September 28, 2010, with baby Micah in my womb.
Now we walk out as a family of five. Grateful beyond belief.
have smashed against
crashed up and down these
lain mute and then drained
their meanings out and into
What feelings, long since
streamed vague yearnings
below this ceiling
In some dimension,
which I cannot know,
the shadows of
another still exist. I bring my
memories, held too long in check,
to let them here shoulder
space and place to be.
And when I leave to
find another house,
I wonder what among
these shades will be
left of me.
“The New House” by Maya Angelou