the leftovers

 is it friday already?

and do we really load the moving truck this weekend? it can't be happening. i've been dreaming about these moments for close to 5 years.

but what i'm most excited about is to finally see and actually fit in a conversation with the f.o.b. he has been going into work really early and coming home around midnight and i miss him.

it's sad to know there are people here we won't get to say goodbye to. breaks my heart.

today is his last day. and i made the shop brownies. well, actually his mommy did. she offered to help me and i took her up on it. i think i was trying to cram too many things into yesterday. so, she get's all the credit. and they were delicious.

we are splitting up our drive into a few days. we want to make the most of this and getting there in one long swoop is not. we will be stopping in kansas and then in nebraska and then to the rockies and our new home.

i couldn't hold back the tears at our last church service at the village. it all started by finding a book his aunt had secretly put into her diaper bag when babysitting her the night before. i was completely choked up and by the time she hit the nursery and we told the workers there this would be her last visit and they all just absolutly love her to death and then that's when it hit me. right in the middle of worship. in the middle of praising, with my heart open and tears breaking. it hit me. we're moving.