We are gearing up to say goodbye (in April) to this place we have called home for the past three and a half years. Jim and I have lived here, in this foreign land, longer than we have lived anywhere else together. Our family has grown from three to five and we've been blessed with community and some amazing (and hopefully life long) friendships. We have loved the history that surrounds us and that a simpler greener lifestyle is so much more common (making it easier to live that way!)
But, all that said, we are ready to move on. We feel ready to embrace the next adventure. But more than ever before, I have hopes for our next adventure. I want to be closer family. I want to be able to attend friends weddings. I want to feel a greater sense of permanence (please, can I just have all our stuff in one place?)
Most of all I want to share these little boys with our families. For there is nothing more reassuring than having my very calm husband's mother tell me that he threw tantrums too (and lots of them, from what I understand). And there is nothing sweeter than seeing my baby sit snugly on my Dad's lap, because I know that feeling of security and I want my baby to know it too.
There is no one who delights in my babies smiles and chuckles more than their grandparents. And I long to share that in person! But until then I am grateful for this space where I can share glimpses of our lives and glimpses of these amazing little men with them (and all of you).