moving

I haven't posted about it here until now because I didn't want to say anything until it was officially happening, but we've been hoping to move for several months now and is actually, finally, really happening!

We are so excited and can't wait to move.

We love this house so much.

We've been here since the day we got married and had five very happy years and three babies here.

Three baptismal feasts.

One hospital stay.

Three babies learning how to walk.

Car accidents and mistakes and frustrations and joys and laughter and Christmas and birthdays.

LIFE.

It's been good.

But.

Micah's daily commute and the price of gas and the higher price of him spending hours daily on the road just don't make this spot add up for us any more.

Also, we have been feeling more and more that especially in this season of our life with small children that rural life just isn't the best fit for us.

None of them can milk a cow or round up loose chickens yet, or anytime soon, and gas is so expensive that it is a little lonely during the week as well for me and the kids.  

We're looking forward to being closer to our church family as well as other friends, and having Micah home more!

  I have to keep reminding myself moving doesn't mean leaving the memories.

We have a lot of wonderful memories here and we'll take those with us.

We'll always have those, and we'll make new ones in a different space and that's ok.

I have been very calm and rational and excited about the move and all the benefits...

(larger house! more space! more than one closet in the house! Micah home so much more!)

...until last weekend, when I broke down and sobbed all over Micah's shoulder about how we had our babies here! our picket fence! etc. etc.

Having grieved a bit, I'm feeling much cheerier about everything and have been packing like mad, especially since our moving date moved up two weeks.  Cue panic!

Micah's been taking a load every day on his way to work, so that has really helped, but there is still a lot of packing and cleaning and organizing and 'Oh my goodness we are never having a junk drawer again this is ridiculous!' in addition to all the normal crazy.

I keep reminding myself this too shall pass! and eating chocolate chips out of the bag conveniently hidden in the door of the freezer.  Hopefully lugging boxes everywhere evens out the chocolate consumption...! ;)