Today it's been pouring rain all day. The girls and I are all content to just stay and in eat warm bread with honey. These next few quiet days are the last we'll spend in this house. We have a buyer for the condo and with a little luck and prayer the sale will go through. After all this time rooted it feel amazing to be moving somewhere (anywhere) else. It's a rental. Though we're not unhappy with that fact. There will be so much freedom, time to save, things we'll no longer have to worry about. The house is still smallish, but cute. The yard is so big and green. There is a garden plot, an ample deck, room to run and somersault. The two palm trees in the front yard make me swoon because once again I will be able to lie underneath fronds in the breeze. There is no sweeter sound. Blake is so excited to have a real garage he can mess around in, and the unfinished basement is just finished enough for me to spread out an assortment of projects. We now have a pottery wheel too which makes the basement officially a dream come true of mine. I'm lousy at throwing but I'm looking forward to escaping on Saturday afternoons for a bit of coffee and clay.
Blake and I feel so hopeful and alive. There are fragile feelings there too. A sadness to leave the only home our children have known. So much regret that we couldn't make this happen before parting with Maggie, our lab.
But still.
Christmas is coming. This year Abi believes more than ever. Mom and dad will be here for a long visit. I'm so enjoying this phase of our lives. I am so thankful for every single day. They are rushing by me so quickly and somehow I'm 31 already, when I feel like I was just 24, and I wonder how I'll ever be able to hold on to every beautiful moment?
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