Going to the country gonna eat me a lot of peaches (but I might have to drive to town if I want organic ones…)

 In a little less than two months, we are packing up and moving. Just up the road. There are details galore to be sorted out. Including who will rent our house in town that we have outgrown, bursting at the seams.

And there is a lot to be excited about -- Living where my husband grew up, with a big yard and quiet trees.  Good schools for growing little minds. Across the street from the lake, with lake access, (not that we have a boat, but don’t sweat the small stuff.) A third bedroom, hallelujah.  Did I mention that everyone will have their own assigned bedroom? (let’s be honest this is what sold me)

But what we are leaving behind seems just as big and wonderful, and sentimental. This is the house I bought as a single working woman -- young, hopeful, but maybe a little sad too. In this house something amazing grew, out of me. I couldn’t have seen it coming, because, as I am learning, the best things in life are never in your sight. Here in this place, I became the person I always hoped to be, but nothing like I imagined.

I was proposed to in the front yard. Drank wine on the back deck and debated plans for the future.  Celebrated Coy’s 30^th birthday and then my own, on said deck. There is a hill in this neighborhood, about a mile away, that after running up twice in my life, I have thought to myself “hmmm that was exhausting, I am exhausted. I don’t feel like me” and subsequently known I was pregnant. The rooms in this house have watched us bring home babies and become a mom and dad. First steps and first birthdays and first Christmases have all happened here.    

And I am not ready to go. But I am. I am going. And I am, although hesitant to admit it, maybe a little excited.

Excited for the new memories. And the opportunity to build something that is truly ours.

For as I am learning, the best is surely yet to come.