I'm feeling nostalgic, emotional, and a little bit weepy.
We'll be moving soon. We haven't lived in this house for forever, but it's been three years. We brought our bulldog puppy home here. Much more importantly, we brought our brand new baby girl home here. Our sweet, brand new, pink little bundle who is now a potty-trained (!!!!) two year old.
Samuel is starting school tomorrow. He's going to the same school that Judah goes to (three days school, two days homeschool). I know this is the right decision and I know he'll love it, but just thinking about him gone for those three days makes me weepy. I'll miss him so, so much.
Silas has a birthday tomorrow, Samuel has a birthday next week. My boys are getting big.
Life is changing. Life is changing in great ways, but it's still changing. I'm not always good with change. Sometimes I want to hold on to the way things are, because they're good now. Even if I know things will be even better I guess I'm afraid that maybe they won't? I don't know. I don't really know why I don't like change. It's uncomfortable. It's a lot of work. It disrupts schedules and is unpredictable.
It's out of my control.
Maybe I like controlling my environment and my situations. The unknown is scary. Whatever I'm doing now, even if it's just ok, is comfortable and familiar. Maybe I'm going to try to take risks. Maybe I'm just going to trust God and let Him be in control. I'll just rest and enjoy the ride.
(I'm linking up at Just Write.)