Moving Day

It’s 4am on moving day and I’m up, preparing for the day.

I’ve known this day was coming for several months, but it’s all happening today.  

Today, we are leaving a home and a neighborhood that our family has grown to love over the last 7 years.

When we moved in here we were new parents and still new to Kansas City.  Grant was only 9 months old and little did we know all we would learn about ourselves and raising a family in this space.

As I reflect on our time in this home, I can hardly believe all we’ve been through in the last seven years.  There have been times of unspeakable joy and we have also experienced some of the darkest days in our marriage here.

We brought home 2 of our 3 babies from the hospital into this home.

My boys took their first steps here.

We dealt with depression, job changes, back surgery and so much more that together, as a couple, we grew because of.

We made friends that I can’t imagine living without, and our kids made friends that have grown to feel like family.

God placed me next door to a woman who would encourage me to share my story because it has a purpose and start my blog.  Without her I wouldn’t be sharing my story today here on Beautifully Broken Journey.  Together, we started a business helping others with their blogging journey and it’s a privilege to work together helping others make their dreams a reality.

Also, my Dad built this home.

As a Contractor’s daughter I grew up on job sites  and still remember him building our childhood home.  Leaving a home that was built by him is not easy either.

Change is hard, but I always say change is usually good, too.

When we got pregnant with Kate we knew this was going to happen.  We knew a move was inevitable if we were to be blessed with another baby and that we’d need to find a new place to call home that would accommodate our growing family.

 

Thankfully, that place isn’t far at all.  Just a few streets away actually.  But, finding a new “normal”, making new friends and leaving our old ones, isn’t easy still.  Thank goodness we aren’t leaving Kansas City… I’m not sure my heart could take that.

When I reflect on our time here I see God’s hand at work in so many ways, and for that I am so thankful.

It was not an accident that we were placed in this neighborhood and I have to trust that He has plans and friends waiting for us where we are going that we will be just as thankful for.

But, today, I’m going to allow myself to feel the sadness and embrace the sweet memories made the last 7 years in a neighborhood and home we were blessed was ours.

I will walk through this house one final time with a grateful heart, even if I have tears in my eyes, too.

This house served us well as we grew together in our marriage and became a family of five, and for that I am thankful.