We're moving. Short-selling our house. It's a long, long story that began last July and if you really want to know I will tell you. But for now, here's a letter to a dear friend of mine that sums up where I'm at rather nicely.
I don't know how long this will be so I'm starting up here and will write bigger as needed. =)
We go back and forth between our house and my parents. My parents on weekeneds when Superman works. It's so hard for me to think about moving and leaving. This wasn't the way it was supposed to be, you know? I don't want to end on this note with these regrets. I don't want to be too caught up with grief, though, because then I will miss the blessings that await me. I'm just sad.
Tonight our sweet neighbor came over to tell us how much we will be missed and how he loves us and our girls. They've been like extra grandparents to our family. After he left I just dissolved in tears. Couldn't stop crying for a while. it feels good to be able to cry, though - cleansing. I didn't cry for so long. Depression maybe? I suppose the meds are helping to lift the numbness.
The mail was waiting for me and in it a card from my Grandma, who shared this verse with me, Exodus 33:14 "My presence will go with you and I will give you rest." So I started crying all over again.
Love you and hope all is well with the kids and being a nurse and all that. =)