With a heavy heart...

You'll have to bear with me as I blog from my iPhone as we have no Internet connection and none of our neighbors are generous enough to share their wireless networks with me! So, here we are on the last night in our first home. Sigh. I mean don't get me wrong I am very very excited to move forward and see what wonderful experiences we will have living with my parents (that's right folks, a whole 5 months! Love you, mom and dad!) but I can't help but feel completely overwhelmed by the emotion of it all. I'm a sap, I know it..I'm the one that holds emotional attachments to inanimate objects (not like, garbage or anything) but to things that have a memory associated with it, like the gazillionth and 1 drawing that Emma has put on the fridge or the lovely scribble marks Olivia has left on the wall: every single thing in this home has a story to it. Emma became a big sister in this house, my husband and I became parents to 2; struggling to figure out how life was going to work, he and I both got great jobs and have been blessed so many times during our stay here. Though I can't leave out the times when the neighbors have pissed us off or pounded on our ceiling/floor/walls for being a crazy family of 4, in some weird and twisted way, I'll just miss hearing the sounds of the elephants trudging upstairs and the superbass from the dude below us..and let's not forget the inappropriate sounds from the lady next door! (oh my!) So, if a house had ears, this is what I'd say: Thank you for being the arms that held my family so close through so many wonderful and unforgettable times. Thank you for being a place my Emma went from a baby to a big girl and my Olivia from a little sprout to a rambunctious toddler. Thank you for being the test bunny for my husband and his home improvement skills (as directed by his neurotic wife, me) And finally, thank you for letting us outgrow you so that we can chase after bigger dreams. Feeling very blessed.