When you decide to move out of a family home and to another, it is for sure a bittersweet time. You begin to remember tiny details as you disassemble and pack up...the day you picked it out, what you changed about it, what love was shared in it. Then you go back in to final clean the empty "old" house, and as you scrub away the tiny handprints on the walls and floors, clean the spills up on the carpet, touch up chipped paint and make it look as inviting for the next family who will own it, you can't help but feel the heartstrings tug. This was home. It was the home we welcomed our second and third child in, it is a home our children will remember, it was the yucky house we could afford that we slowly worked to make our home. We updated each little part with our own touch and love. It was an amazing house to us. It was good to us. It will forever have part of our story etched into its walls and we are so blessed with the memories and time we had there. We pray that the new family who buys it will enjoy it just as we have!
And then as you unpack your stuff into another house, different boards and walls, you realize even more that it's not the house, the actual home that makes it special, it's the people, the sweet little people that you packed up and moved with you that makes it so special. They will make new stories, have new adventures, write more of our book right here in this new home.
Chris and I are so incredibly grateful to have lived 7 wonderful, learning, growing, memory filled years in our second home and now we have packed up and moved those memories with us. We look forward to what memories and special times we will have in our forever home. It wasn't planned, it wasn't foreseen, but it will be a blessing nonetheless and we are so thankful God writes the story before we even know what's next. Our new house is beginning to feel like home and we love it! :)
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