Goodness gracious, sweet Jesus, bless my heart, and God bless...I'm a mess!!
I wanted to move. I wanted/begged/pleaded for the house to sell. I knew it was coming. I am unprepared.
I came home as a newlywed to this house. Dan and I decorated and furnished and DIY'd and sweat and swore this house into a home. We survived some serious fights with each other here. We had a ton of laughs and more than a thimble-full of tears. We've had great friends for dinner and fun family for long weekends.
We found out I was pregnant with the girls in our master bathroom, then found out about peanut #3 in the exact same place. We brought our tiniest little babies home to this living room - and I say living room because that's where we lived for the first 6 weeks. Me topless, nursing; them swaddled and snuggled together; and Dan or Dodie or Pop running interference. The B's learned all they know to do in this house.
We have experienced nine months of this pregnancy in this house, but will bring this new baby home to a different address.
And then, the cherry on the top of this emotional week is that Roxie is going to be staying with the house. It just worked out this way...the buyer loved her and asked, we love her but our family dynamics have changed and are changing even more, she'll get to stay in the yard and home and neighborhood she knows, we'll get less guilt about not walking her as often as we should, it'll be fine. It's sad. Dan and I adopted Roxie about two months into our marriage. She is the best dog I have ever known...house broken, doesn't bark, doesn't jump, doesn't pick on other dogs, excellent with kids. We love Roxie and that's why we are making this decision.
Pullin' up my big girl panties...