Three years ago, we were working on buying this place while I was on maternity leave, with two kids under the age of two. I had just returned back to work from maternity leave and we signed on the line and this became home. It was a dream. It is a dream. Everyday little things about living here remind me of this dream that is our reality. We are so fortunate.
Those early moving days went buy in such a flurry. My husband kept having these crazy 16 hour overnight shifts and I was running on empty. My littles didn't like to nap simultaneously. I remember trying to get at least one to sleep in the car so I could pack the car up and then jet to the other house and unload as much as possible before someone woke up. I remember crying when my dad came for Thanksgiving and packed up all my crafting stuff, without even complaining about how much crafting stuff I owned. He was so helpful and a huge weight was lifted once the majority was over here. What a stressful time.
I was just looking back at pictures from those early days. I didn't have a chance to really appreciate all that was happening at the time, but I look back now with love and appreciation. It was a crazy time, yes, but a step that needed to happen in order to get us to where we are today.
I also learned something else from that move. I learned that I'm never moving again. Ever.