Well, folks. This is it. The week we leave our home, friends, adopted family, and beloved places for our new home, new friends, true family, and new places. There will be tears shed. Torrential tears. But really, that's been happening almost every day for a few months now.
In addition to packing our stuff, we've also been packing in experiences with our favorite people. We have been blessed with wonderful neighbors. They threw a going away party for us last week at which they told us that in throwing a party they were in no way condoning our leaving! We had a great time eating, talking, laughing, and playing together. We will miss them. Greatly.
The next night, some dear friends in the ward hosted an open house for us (and three! other families that are moving from our ward this week). Another wonderful night was shared with our adopted family. Yesterday, I received a treasured book full of notes written and pictures taken that night. I'm not sure how much I heard in Sacrament Meeting as I was busy wiping my eyes and my nose as I looked through the book. Saying good bye after church was another eye-wiping, nose-blowing, air-gulping event for me. I love these people. So much.
I am overwhelmed by the amount of help and love we've been given in preparing for this move. I think I've been in denial, even while packing and making preparations to leave, that this was really going to happen. Reality is here. My dad flies in tonight, and he will start driving with me tomorrow. Away from home. Toward our new home. I'm excited. I'm terrified. I'm laughing. I'm crying. . . I'm going to go say another prayer.
Monday, June 20, 2011
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