As Moving Day Approaches

As I sit on my porch swing on this chilly morning before work, my mind races to recapture everything that transpired here. I have two more nights before I move away. My porch swing has been one of my absolute favorite spots on this property. Many posts were written on this old glider. Lots of conversation took place on my front porch. Grandkids played here. Coffee and wine were the beverages of choice. And this is where I watched Mrs. Woodpecker chase Mr. Woodpecker as he tried to run up the tree to get away from her constant nagging.

There are so many memories in this house. It has been a decade of struggles and self-discovery and growth. It was eleven years of watching children rise and fall with life’s challenges. It was a time of abundant laughter but not without moments of tears, frustration, and even anger.

Babies were born into our family while dearest loved ones passed away.

Seasons came and seasons went. Crops alternated between corn and soybeans. We enjoyed magnificent sunrises and dreamy sunsets.

Andy Griffith, Gilmore Girls, Chuck, and The British Baking Show were a few of our favorite shows that we girls watched together in this house. Lord of the Rings and Harry Potter were the best family movies.

Let’s not forget the holidays with all the food and fun. Holiday baking days too. The sweet aroma of our traditional gingersnap cookies. Kitchen dancing with my girls. And games played.

So many memories in my home…

Dice with Grandpa. Chilly bonfire nights. The People’s Pathway which we experienced in every season. The dogs we loved that are no longer here.

My children and I became even closer in heart during these years too.

Yep, lots happened here. And while I do not have a serious attachment to this house per se, I do have an attachment to everything this house held, provided, and protected. So much love packed into these four walls. And I miss all of it.

Sigh…

But pictures remind of each moment shared and my kids take a boatload of pictures at every gathering. No matter where life pulls each of us, distance cannot dissolve what we have in each other. It doesn’t erase the memories, or the moments.

I love my kids for helping me to grasp this new chapter of my life. They’ve reassured me that I’m not moving away from them but moving toward something wonderful, something beautiful.

They will always be a part of me whether we live in the same house or not. And together we will continue to make even more memories. Sometimes (often) our kids can teach us parents a thing or two about life. We just need to listen to them.

I am blessed. ♥️

Andi