Reflecting

I'm enjoying what is going to end up being my last quiet morning in this house.  Andrew has gone back to work and I realize how much I miss him...how much I am so completely in love with this man who has chosen to share his life with me.  The kids are all still sleeping, and I want to let them sleep.  This is the last quiet, cup-of-coffee morning I'll have here, watching the sun pour in from the east through my french doors in the dining room.  This house is the only house Andrew and I have lived in together, and we moved in right before we were married.  EVERY thing, big and small, that has happened in our marriage, in our lives together, has happened with this house being our home.

I could get all wrapped up in the "lasts" that are occurring this week, and to be honest it makes me glad that we are moving somewhat suddenly.  A year of everything being "the last" would've been mentally exhausting, and it wouldn't have changed how I did anything in the past year.

This next six months is going to find me outside of my comfort zone in so many ways, but this isn't about me, although I might find that I learn a lot about me in the next six months.  More importantly, I am so grateful for the opportunities my family is going to have...and I'm really looking forward to making the new house our home.