on our last night

While I am so deeply excited for our next family adventure, in this last night in our house I’m letting the sadness creep in for a bit. It starting to hit that tomorrow is the last time I’ll wake up in this sweet little town where I’ve been born and raised. I will no longer get to drive by the little house on New Street where I was born. Or send my kids to the schools where I roamed the halls. I won’t see a football game on the field where I cheered or go every week to the church that shaped me and where I walked down the aisle to my love. This beautiful house where I brought my babies home is not the home I’ll grow old in. My wonderful momma friendships are about to change to seeing their babies grow up only through social media. My own mom and dad are now going to be a plane ride away, not just a quick trip by car.