We hired movers to move all of the big furniture on a Saturday. I snapped this picture that morning. It was the last morning waking up with my kids in our house and Kole’s last night in a crib. The picture is blurry – I was rushed trying to get everything ready for the movers. But I’m so glad I took two seconds to snap it. El was getting Kole out of his crib like she did so many mornings. She always loved to be the first one up and to get Kole out of his crib. Now when I look at this picture I get a lump in my throat.
My parents took the kids for a few hours that morning so we could help the movers. The whole time they were loading our furniture Kenny kept looking at me weird. I asked him why and he said “I’m just waiting for you to break down and bawl.” He knows me so well. :) But I was tough that day. In total work mode – ready to get the move behind us.
It wasn’t until the next day. When I went back to the old house to double check that we had everything and to clean it up for the renters. I walked around room to room.
I could see so many sweet moments between my kids. Because at times like this you don’t remember the fighting. You remember the laughing and the hugging.
I also know that someday, much sooner than I can imagine, I will be walking through the rooms of our new house feeling the exact same way.