We have been really busy around here. For starters we moved.... again. These past few months of looking for a house, finding one, offering, negotiating, accepting, waiting, closing, packing, moving, unpacking, painting, and renovating has been a whirlwind to say the least. Now that we are moved in the new house and
As excited as I am to have this new home, a part of me grieves leaving the last one. Not because I wanted to live there forever (believe me I was ready for some more space) but because we made memories there. Memories of you crawling for the first time, taking your first steps, holding you while you were sick, and so many more. Each of those moments experienced there are precious to me. As you get older, you will come to realize I'm quite sentimental about... most everything.
I can already see the "eye rolls" coming my way.
I'm a person who grieves over every ending that life brings, good and bad. To me, change usually feels like we are leaving something behind. When I was in the 1st grade, I remember crying over getting rid of our woody station wagon. I was upset when I had to leave my 5th grade teacher and graduate to the 6th grade. I hated moving to any new house because that meant we had to leave the old one. To this day, the last day of anything makes me a little sad if for no other reason than- it's the last day. All of this occasional over- sentimentality is just how I'm wired.
However, just because I grieve over things that change doesn't mean I don't get excited about what change can bring. Take you, for instance. You are one ball of constant change. Every day you are doing something new. You are babbling new sounds, learning new signs, eating new foods, running just a little faster, and getting smarter by the day. I get incredible joy over watching you do each and every new thing. I must tell you, you have handled the change of moving very well. You took to this house like you've always lived here. We've been here several weeks now and you still enjoy running from room to room, exploring the nooks and crannies of the house, opening all the cabinets and doors, and dropping all kinds of objects off the catwalk on the second floor.
Like I've said in my letters to you before, change is a good thing. Sometimes it brings wonderful new surprises and blessings and sometimes it's just hard. Either way, change should cause us to acknowledge the One who is in control over all things. Change has the ability to increase our faith and our understanding of who God is. And those are good things, Luke. I can look back, so grateful for all the memories I made with you in our first home in Tuscaloosa, AL and our first home in Brentwood, TN. And now, I can look forward with anticipation to the new memories we will make together in our home in Franklin, TN.
Thanks for changing my life,
Mama
This is what you looked like this time last year! Look how much you have changed! :)
In these pics you are in your very first home in Tuscaloosa, AL.
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This was our first month in the Townhouse in Brentwood, TN
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Making one of our first memories with you in our new home in Franklin, TN.
You are eating paint painting your very first pumpkin for Halloween.
You can still see the boxes in the background that need to be unpacked, but we're ready for Halloween!
In our new neighborhood having your first trick-or-treating experience.
We got to meet our neighbors and their adorable 14 month old daughter who dressed up like a cupcake. You ran right up to her and gave her a hug. We are still not sure if you did that because you are friendly or because you thought she was a real cupcake. ..... Ahhhhh memories :)
