We moved here when I was 26 weeks pregnant with Lucas, just over a year after we got married. So as a mom, I have always lived in this house. When we brought our brand new babies home from the hospital this was home.
|I will be forever grateful to 'Mum' (Auntie Lesley) for helping the kids create this sign for when Cooper came home. Such a sweet memory of welcoming our new boy into our home and family.|
Over the course of the next few weeks we will build a new mental database of running routes. When we head out on our 13 miler from our new house on Saturday morning I won't be sure exactly where I should go to cover my miles, but I know my legs will fall into the same rhythm they always do. I won't be sure of how far it is to the corner, or where the hilliest 6 mile route is, but the comfortable familiarity of the pavement under my feet will make me feel right at home.
And so it is with our family. We are moving on from the place that has always been our home. The feet hitting the floor in the morning before they come bounding to our bed will sound different at first. We will stumble as we try to navigate in the dark, and it might take a minute to get the bath temperature just right. But we will be together, and we will fall into the same rhythm we always do. The comfortable familiarity of our family, and of the love that binds us together.