I dislike moving a lot. To say that this Craig home is a "mess" is the understatement of the year. In just three short weeks we will have a new place to call "home". Somewhere, that we are planning to plan roots. I always found it odd that my life could basically be packed into tiny little boxes and shipped across the country, for a cost, of course. With moving comes a certain amount of nostalgia. I boxed up many things that were "mine". They came from a time before "I" became a "We". I moved through our kitchen which mostly contains gifts of love that were given when Sam and I decided to marry. I never knew I could be so sentimental over a knife.
Packing up Mallory's things was particularly sad. The tiny newborn clothes she wore for only three months that Sam and I are holding onto in case our next blessing is another girl. They were already sorted into containers ready for storage. Now they will make a long journey with us.
I know that these are al just "things" and of course they are not where all my value is placed, but these things provide such great memories of a time of chaos, surprise, blessings, shock, utter happiness, a feeling of i have no idea what I am doing, and most importantly love. These things get to come along with us for a whole new very big adventure. An adventure that is a great and happy step for our family, but is also bittersweet as we are leaving behind a home full of memories, a church that we love, a campus corner that my sister and I spent late nights bonding, and family members that have loved and supported us through our scariest and happiest times. My love affair with Norman has been short in the grand scheme of things, but at the same time, very very sweet.
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