Monday, December 8, 2008
Running out of time
It's starting to hit us all that the move... the BIG MOVE... is upon us. Even my eldest son, who up until this point has been nothing less of thrilled to move, is now feeling the sadness of leaving his friends behind. It's kind of an achey feeling, like the flu. 9 1/2 years is a long time to live somewhere. Friends have been made, traditions have been enjoyed, habits have been formed, and when I finally feel like I have an emotional grasp on things, one of my kiddos says something about moving with teary eyes... and I loose it all over. Add that to the fun of packing and I'm just a regular ball of sunshine!