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"leave me right here cuz I don't wanna go"

Current mood: sad Category: Life
Well, we're moving...moving in with Davey's parents. The reason before anyone jumps to conclusions is because they have a huge house, they're never there, and asked us to move in with them. Also, although we are financially sound right now, we will be able to save more money while living with them to get a new car and a bigger house....so it's all very positive. Except for me.
I'm having a hard time--a really hard time. I mean, this house is where Davey and I had a lot of firsts. And where we brought our children home to, where they took their first steps, have had all their birthday parties, and cut their first teeth, had their first big-girl or big-boy bedroom, learned all about everything....so far. I'm very sad about leaving. We'll still own this house but other people will be making their memories here and of course we'll make memories somewhere else....but this is our first house...an we've been through a lot here, happy and sad, good and bad.
And then there's Beth....my neighbor and one of my very best friends. We can call each other whenever and just run out the front door and talk or hang out. Or you know, the typical neighborly thing, if I'm missing an ingredient for dinner or she is, we just call and run next door....Our kids love each other and love having their best buddies right next door. I have Trip, who's 4; she has Gabriel and Noah, who are 3; and then I have Genna-Clair, who's 2. So far they've grown up together and are so used to having one another.....it's just going to be really hard during the transition.....I know that we'll always be friends...it's just the fact that we aren't gonna be right next door anymore.
I have a lot to be sad about, but I also have a lot to look forwatd to and be proud of. I mean we made it!! We have 2 kids that hae grown up so far in this house, they're happy, healthy, well-behaved...and Davey and I are happier than ever. One day...maybe a year or two from now, we'll have a new house that's just ours again, that we love and can raise our family in. Growing up is tough....but it's worth it. I'm so blessed to have such a wonderful husband--I wouldn't want to "grow up" with anyone else. He's amazing and brave and so much stronger than I am about everything. Starting a new chapter is always tough, but so exciting at the same time. I'm eager to see what's next, and trying to remember to take things one day at a time.
My mom gave me this magnet a few years ago, when we were facing some other really tough issues:
Faith is knowing that the darkest day will always be followed by the sunshine and joy of God's love.

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