The head vs. the heart

I love these moments of my day when I am sitting in such peaceful serenity.  It is unbelievably quiet here and the only thing I can hear are the birds chirping (except for the occasional thud of furniture from the cats jumping when they realize a bird is right outside the window).  Since we've moved here, I've taken a great deal of comfort in feeling that this is exactly where we are supposed to be.  Our kids are in fabulous schools with many opportunities, my husband now has only a ten minute commute, we have support and resources available with Robert we most likely would not have had, and the natural beauty of living in this house is just amazing.  Yet, last evening I laid in bed and couldn't stop crying.  Our high school hosted our annual track invitational last evening.  Andrew ran the concession stand and I was in charge of the booster bake sale.  Our former school was there.  I can't tell you how much fun it was to see kids we hadn't seen in years, and I couldn't believe how some of them had grown.  Andrew and I were both able to chat with several of the kids, and I'm still at that point that where I know more of them than I do in our own town.  My head knows with certainty that this is where my family is supposed to be in our lives right now.  And yet, my heart was still wishing it could've worked out differently.