It's on the horizon and I like it, most of the time.
My girl is starting a new season of amazing folks stepping into our world to help her along her way. The next 2 weeks begin with a new pace of physical and verbal development therapists coming to the house. We'll head to the city to meet our new physical therapist and set up plans for speech therapy. We'll have a hearing screening to put suspicions of muffled hearing to rest or we'll remedy the problem.
Sister is set. She's going to rock this.
We have packed, I mean packed. Here we are 2 weeks out from moving and I gone near packed this whole house, minus clothes and soap.
I was having one of those days where I wanted to control something, you know, write it on a list and cross that sucker off. So I packed my whole kitchen, everything in it.
Hmmm, said the hubs.
No worries, I've got paper plates and you will learn to love instant oatmeal and pre-packaged frozen Market Pantry meals. Promise.
While we're on the topic, the hubs deserves some serious credit for doing all of the work it takes to move. Really, all I do is pack boxes, try not to barf on them, and then text him my order from Taco Bueno to pick up on his way home. He's a stud. Period.
Looking around this empty house makes me all teary though.
This is the house we brought babies home to. The blank canvas we painted with discoveries of a deep love for baking with little ones, playing outside until the sun went down, piling babies in our bed on weekend for cartoons, and learning what it is to be us.
We became a family in this house.
No more baking in this kitchen. No more summers outside in the hose watching sand dusted babies play and create with side walk chalk while neighbors passed on the path by the fence. No more walks around the pond and into the Fairy Forest. We've welcomed in our last Christmas around this fireplace. We won't have anymore morning sunshine spill in through our plantation shutters in the living room while babies play.
It's kind of sad. Okay, it's really sad.
The house will soon be crammed into a POD and we will soon cram our family into the Hoagie's house and then with the Waggoner's.
My, oh my, fun times ahead.
We are grateful. So grateful for my friend who pushed me not to wait but to call Sooner Start and get Alice evaluated. So thankful for my sweet friends who have rallied, calling and emailing encouragement and truth from places of authority because they fight for their little ones every day, and they know the words "developmental delays" and "behind" can wound a mama's heart.
We are grateful. For our incredible friends who are opening up their home to us, willing to share their lives and space.
Oh how we love our new home-to-be and the memories that are awaiting little ones to come.
Once the change has settled and we are back in our nest, we will relish in our time together before more change comes. Our little nugget will be here by the end of summer and much will change. We can't wait.
Change, you are welcome here.