The end is near

We are moving soon. I am not sure when exactly. Friday is supposed to be the day but it may be Monday if the banks can't get it lined up. I'm stressed. Nick is stressed. The kids are excited, but as I sit here in Norah's room because she's afraid of the dark, I'm also sad. Don't get me wrong, we are ready for a change and this is what we want, but I'm still sad. 

This is the home I learned about both kids coming into our lives. This is where I brought them both home. This is where I cried when I could not get them to sleep as tiny newborns. It is where I saw their first smiles and fed them their first foods and gave them their first baths. It's where I rocked them through the night when they had ear infections and couldn't sleep. It's where I beamed in happiness when Wesley took his first steps. It's where I wept on the couch wondering if Norah would ever take hers. It's where Wesley learned both the joy and jealousy of having a baby sister. It's where Norah fell in love with her big brother and wanted to be everything he is. It's where I brought Norah home from the hospital again last September after he big surgery and we were just so happy to be home and working to recovery. Norah could relax and rest in this sanctuary after the chaos of the hospital. It's where Wesley learned to read, and where Norah first drew on the walls (don't worry- the couch where she wrote her name will come with us!). It's where we made lifelong friends. We've celebrated many birthdays here, played lots of pitch, and shared a lot of love. I'll miss this house. 

I'm excited to make new memories, but there will be tears when I leave this house for the last time. We will be leaving a piece of our family history on Eisenhower.