Moving on...

I thought that moving this time would be no big deal. We've got a great place to look forward to, lots of space to grow and it's just us. No more "I'm still living in my parents home" with the explanations as to why. There are great blessings ahead. 

But this move has also got me all teared up. My baby boy came home from the hospital to this house. He had all his firsts here. First steps, first Christmas, first words. All documented within these walls and now we move on. It's sad. It brings me to tears but I know that's just the sentimental part of me not wanting to let go. But I will and I'll be joyful in the new space. I'm allowed to be sad and I'm allowed to feel sadness and cry and experience it. But only for a short while so I can live in the now and be excited for the new. 

So much change happening so quickly but that's quite alright. 

N.