Change

Growing up I lived in fourteen different houses in two different states, seven different towns. Then I went away to school and moved around a lot. Once Evan and I got married we moved again and again. Three different states and six homes, a new baby with each major move.

However, we have lived in this house for five years. Jack was born here, Maisy grew strong here. Sadie, Ella, and Maisy have had first days of kindergarten at this house. We have painted and built, planted and nurtured, created dreams and hosted parties, all in this house.

Now we are getting ready for a move and I am not handling the change well. I love my little house, I love my little life. I love walking my older girls to school and pushing Maisy on the swing. I love the breeze that blows through with the sound of kids laughing. We have family and friends here. This is our home.

Evan accepted a job in Texas and I'm more than a little scared. Change is hard, change is new and unknown. I'm not ready to leave what we have here, the people, the memories, the life. I know that change is inevitable. I just need to hold on to right now for a little longer...