
We are set to close on our old house and our new house on Friday. I am so excited! I have been trying to hold back the excitement, just in case... But really, I am too excited to think clearly at some moments. I especially am not sleeping well. I am hoping that our new house will hold as much joy as this house has in the last 8+ years that we have lived here. Walt keeps asking me if I will cry, or at what point I will cry about leaving our small home. I don't know when, but I am sure I will cry. Cry that I am leaving the house I have lived in the longest in my whole life. Cry that I am leaving the house that I brought home all my babies to. Cry that our house served us so well. Cry that we are happy to move to a house that will fit our large, young family. Cry that my new house has 2 stories, just like I have wished for my whole life. And I may just cry because I will have twice as much to clean! What ever happens, there is one surety, I will cry. The memories here are so fond and dear to my heart. This was a happy home! So, thank-you house, you were a good one, and adieu!
