It is with a heavy heart that I share this sorrow and pain with you, my friends and family. I have kept quiet except for a few tear filled phone calls here and there but for the most part it's been a pain shared with just our family and we needed that time to wrap our heads around it but now I/we need support and a reminder that life is to be lived even under duress.
Last Feb my Mom mentioned that she couldn't shuffle cards anymore and honestly we laughed. I didn't think twice about it. She worked hard her whole life and I brushed it off that it was arthritis. I didn't know that she was having trouble cutting her own nails soon behind that. I never noticed that her hand seemed slack and I only took note a few times when she mentioned she was seeing Dr's.
We are a selfish creature. This hurts so bad to type but I am a very selfish person. I get up early and I am always tired and I deserve a break and yada yada yada. I could kick myself for everytime I got so frustrated with her lack of energy and her nit picking at my lack of organization and always waiting on everything till the last minute because I had alot on my plate. Ha, it's so absurd and so just like me.
She is such a brave woman and was so blind to what was coming next that she went and saw her neurologist alone on Friday Nov 1st. She had an EMG, torture as she describes and then sat in that sterile office by herself while her Dr explained all the things her arm weakness wasn't until she finally said "I think it's ALS." She picked herself up and proceeded to the bazaar at church (craft fair and turkey dinner) where she organized all the help and needed to be there to make it run smooth. The next day we had a shower at my house for Katie and Jaxson and we didn't even ask how her appt had went the day before.
Fast forward to Thursday November 7th and I had 4 missed calls from Kyle while we were in the theater watching Free Birds to celebrate Alyssa's recent potty training victories. I called Katie first to see if she had any idea what was going on and she was crying as she told me "Mom has Lou Gehrigs." I don't even clearly remember what happened next but I think I actually felt something rip open inside of me. I don't know if there is any pain worse in my life then when we sat around the dinner table when my parents announced that my Dad had cancer until 11/7.
I don't love my Mom more but she's my Mom. She picks up my messes, she makes us dinner, she asks me how my day was, she watches my kids, she sews little projects for me, she thinks of me when she is out and about and sees a good deal, she tries to make my life easier simply because she is my Mom. I don't know how many times I have said aloud that I can't do this without her. I have never really felt like much of an adult outside of having 2 of my own kids but that is because I've always had a soft place to land. My Mom will always be there to help me next week when I finally get around to whatever it is I have made 101 excuses for. She's my Mom, she loves me and even now when I realize what a selfless job it is I didn't try hard enough to let her know I appreciated her everyday. I remember distinctly being 7 or 8 and realizing that someday my parents would die and that they weren't invincible. I remember crying myself to sleep many nights because of that thought. That carried into my years, that fear that would grip me out of nowhere that my parents could die. I faced it head on 9 years ago and after that I thought we were in the clear. We had our trial, we came out standing. I remember waiting up at night until she got home from the Vineyard because I could only sleep knowing she was home and safe. I could smell the grease and prime permeate into the house and everything was right. We all eventually (Kyle, love you bro) moved out and we ventured far into the real world, a whole 7 miles for me, maybe 1.5 for Katie and 5-6 for Kyle. My Mom has held us close and her example kept us near. We all need her for our own reasons. We aren't much for adventures, that's the Hutchie gene, we want the comfortable spot that is our place in the family. We laugh at eachother and we play games, we bicker and fight. We give eachother snarky comments sometimes and some of us wait until we blow up over silly little things that have finally gotten the better of us. We almost pee our pants laughing when my Dad is around and my Mom is always there cooking and organizing and planning. She's our cheerleader, our ringleader, the chain that holds us together. It's not perfect, it's sometimes dysfunctional but it's ours.
She's the person that will always love us because she's our Mom, no questions asked. She's supposed to be the one that's going to talk Alyssa through her periods of hating me. She's supposed to be the one that makes Riley smile because Nana is celebrating him by making all his favorite food for his birthday even when we didn't get him the latest and greatest toy. She's suppposed to always make sure my kids are loved are when I am at work and she's supposed to hold my hand when I send my little girl off to her first dance. She's supposed to spend Riley's first day of Kindergarten with me and remind me that he will be okay. She's supposed to be sitting next to me in church years from now long after my kids are happy to be there and they are brooding. She's our person because she's our Mom.
I cannot even tell you how broken and sad I am. I am just worn. The emotions and fear have literally sucked every bit of me out. I'm worn even before the day begins. I am either crying when I realize this is real or I just stare out at anything and get pissed. I don't eat, don't shower, don't smile. Gone are the nights immediately after hearing the news that I slept hard and good, exhausted from crying, replaced by nights of worry and fear of the future. I cannot shut off these lists of things that we need to do, now, yesterday, only to replaced by the sheer exhaustion by emotions that light brings. My heart is so heavy and my chest is so tight. I sit my kids in front of the TV and I just lay down and stare, numb and in denial that this is the plan for our life as a family. I can't figure out how to pray or what to pray. I can't figure out who to worry about the most, my 24 year old brother, my sister that is a brand new Mother, my Dad who loves her so and has for so long, my kids who are going to watch this devastating disease overcome the single person they have seen more than Derrick and I. And then there's the worry for my Mom who has always, always done everything for every single one of us. The one who doesn't sit still for long, doesn't really watch TV, loves serving others.
I am trying so hard to realize that this is what we make it and that we are "lucky" to have this time to finally get it right.
I was so excited to get an appt with Dr Walk down at the U for her 2nd opinion and then I realized there is nothing to get excited about. Even the great Dr Walk has no treatment plan, no medication, no hope. This is an incurable disease. There is no reason anyone gets it. Some last a year or less, most last 2-4, few make it upwards of 20 years. Dr Walk was great, he was kind and sincere. He explained that there is no test that actually diagnoses ALS and then he went into detail about why it can't be Lyme's, lupus, MD, arthritis. It's diagnosis by elimination. It's the falling asleep of one's muscles until there is nothing left. We listened to the OT lady and the MDA lady and the ALS lady and the nurse and the whole time I wanted to scream at them to get out that this wasn't okay and we weren't joining the club and at the same time I just wanted them to make it all better and keep talking, giving us some hope and some counsel.
There's little anyone can say. It only helps right now to be together. I know I will eventually step up and live again but for now I feel so broken and crushed when I am not with my family. I know I will never be the same ever again. I just assumed that we would watch my Mom age gracefully as she has done already and her and my Dad would be sitting in the bleachers at our kids' graduations. I assumed that I had time to learn from her to be more full of grace and mercy. We all obviously assumed so much and the loss of those future memories and plans is suffocating. It's the worst pain I have ever, ever been in. I look into my kids eyes and I see sadness reflected from my own for all the pain they will go through. I hold Jaxson and I cannot help but get consumed by what is being taken from him.
For now, I will keep my eyes on trying to take each day anew. I will try to not look into the future and cherish this day. To learn to smile again and let someone hug me because it's okay to be devastated and need that hug. I know what I have to do, I just need to figure out how to take those baby steps to keep my feet going even when they aren't directed towards heading home to be with my family at my parent's house. I need to shut off my mind and just be present, in this moment, the world has ceased to stop spinning even though in my minds eye it has. I will hold my Mom's hand and help her every step of the way. I won't miss anymore opportunities in regards to her. I will try to let my husband in and show my kids patience and love even when I am feeling miserable. I will realize that nothing will ever be the same again and that those dreams will not die easily but new dreams will take shape and smaller victories will be celebrated.
I will end with how strong again my Mom is. She has accepted this with more grace than anyone could have ever imagined. She wakes up and smiles everyday. She told us she wants to laugh and live and play games. She let us know that she is ready for heaven and that she knows this won't be easy but that she is grateful that she will never lose her mind. She continues to live, working out, eating healthy, watching the kids, volunteering. She is still the example that she has always been to us even when it's not fair and sucks. We don't know what tomorrow brings and either do you I suppose, does that make it easier? Not by a long shot. Please pray for time, more time, good time together. Pray that this disease stops at her left arm/hand and gives up. Please pray for the strength for us to keep moving and face each day with even just a little grace. I don't even know what to say, I am completely numb. Most of the time I just cry out to God and say "no" over and over again, knowing that he understands.
I get a massage twice a month and I shared for the first time face to face saying the words aloud that my Mom has ALS. I saw compassion and when she came into the room after I got on the table she read "Jesus Calling, November 12th" to me. That was the single most effective way to move into my heart. To remind me that this is not over, we are together, we will be together.
My Mom also emailed me on Saturday after we first found out because this was November 9th's devotion.
"Jesus Calling, November 9th, Sarah Young"
Sit Quietly with Me, letting all of your fears and worries bubble to the surface of your consciousness. There in the Light of My Presence the bubbles pop and disappear. However, some fears surface over and over again, especially the fear of the future. You tend to project yourself mentally into the next day, week month year, decade: and you visualize yourself coping badly in those times. What you are seeing is a false image because it doesn't include Me. Those gloomy times that you imagine will not come to pass, since My Presence will be with you at ALL times.
When a future-oriented worry assails you, capture it disarm it by suffusing the Light of My Presence into that mental image. Say to yourself "Jesus will be with me then and there. With His help, I can cope!" Then come home to the present moment, where you can enjoy Peace in My Presence.
Music moves me: My go to songs for this season of life are the following.
Building 429 "Where I belong" and "We won't be shaken"
David Crowder Band "How he loves us"
Sanctus Real "Pray"
Heather Williams "Hallelujah"
Tenth Ave North "Worn"
Mercy Me "I can only imagine"
Friday, November 15, 2013
Sunday, March 24, 2013
Baby get your shine on, finding a new groove
Seriously though, finding my groove in the new house has been challenging. I still have zero idea what channels are what on the TV since we moved and switched companies and when the kids go to bed I am never sure what to do. I don't know if it's too much space to narrow down what I want to do or if I am just utterly exhausted but either way, somethings gotta give. I've started with something simple. I now make sure my nails are painted and I take care of them by changing the polish before it looks horrible.
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| Loving my new Orly polish, 6 days and going strong in this pic. |
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| Wasn't 100% sure on this minty color but it's growing on me! |
Good thing we have eachother to keep us warm and laughing! And laughing I was not doing while trying to take some Valentine's pictures of my own but I cannot help but to look at the results and realize that it was perfection during and after!
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| Clearly, I did not take into account the back of his hair after naptime! |
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| Sister is so expressive! I am utterly obsessed with her and her little 'tude (which is all show!). |
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| She really loves "her Riley". |
For now let me tell you that I am having major anxiety over working a 6 day week, having a party on Saturday and also Easter on Sunday. That equals 4 dishes/appetizers to make, 2 Easter baskets to prepare, about 150 more wedding pictures to edit and a whole lot of getting up at 4:20 a.m. mixed in with one alarm for 3:45 a.m. I purposely worked right through naps today so that I could maybe for once fall asleep at a decent time tonight but that is doubtful. It's pretty ridic to start your week off (every week) feeling so anxious and someday soon I hope to just give it up and enjoy the beginning of the coaster but that anticipation gets me every time. This is a huge weakness I have, I share it out loud to hold myself accountable to change that. Enough with the "next week will be different" and "just get through today's", this small step in changing my perspective will be a dramatic shift in my Sunday tone. No one likes Mondays but certainly they aren't going anywhere. You can expect my next few posts to be rather mushy about our fresh 2-year-old and our big almost 5-year-old. They are always on my heart but none more than now when life seems to be spinning around and around too fast.
Happy Palm Sunday to you and Hosanna, Hosanna in the highest!
Thursday, January 17, 2013
Has it really been since November that I published a post?! I am a focused woman, focused on everything house and family. It's been a busy, blurry month and I looked at the calendar today and realized that I am going to have a 2 year old soon! Eek, why does that sneak up on you so fast!?
I am super excited with a new job position in Champlin (10 miles to work now!) and loving every second of every work day which is a huge blessing and something I have earnestly prayed for over the last year.
My Mom is back to doing daycare and we are loving having some normalcy/routine back in our everyday lives.
The kids have easily accepted our new home and transitioned so easily into their rooms and our new home life. It is yet another blessing to be here and call this home. I am still enjoying the newness of our surroundings and the cleaning is still a joy but check back on that one with me in a year! This is alot of house to clean but it's been pretty manageable and we take it bit by bit everyday. Who is the we? Alyssa has entered the "I do it" stage and is my shadow. Riley is proficient in folding towels now and they actually have been really helpful and conducive to cleaning up the toys at the end of the day.
I have spent two nights alone in this house and both nights I didn't sleep a wink. Just too many entrances to entertain a crazy sleep deprived mind! Our old house was so tiny, er humble and I was close to my neighbors. Here I don't know anyones name and I don't know the noises of the house yet so I kept my eyes open and alert all night. My brother helped alot when he texted that all I had to fear was the deer.
Indeed we have seen our share of deer. I believe Riley has the count up to 11. The best spotting was just a few days ago when right before dinner 3 of them started chasing eachother around like dogs. They are so fast and they played a long game of tag right in our backyard before they took off and weren't seen again until late that night when I was driving home from Bible study with Alyssa. I rolled down her window and she waved to the deer standing in the road looking at her. It was crazy how calm and serene they were standing up next to a Tahoe and I cannot wait to explore our "wild" backyard more this Spring!
We are battling some colds right now and gearing up for some painting this weekend so I will be tied up again until the middle of Feb...or the next time I feel like journaling a bit.
We are signing up our baby for school next week to start in the Fall and I am a bit weepy over it but she is ready and so excited! She is so darn lovable and kissable it's unbelievable. Such a sweetheart indeed.
I will leave you with just a few pictures cause what's a post without pictures?!
I am super excited with a new job position in Champlin (10 miles to work now!) and loving every second of every work day which is a huge blessing and something I have earnestly prayed for over the last year.
My Mom is back to doing daycare and we are loving having some normalcy/routine back in our everyday lives.
The kids have easily accepted our new home and transitioned so easily into their rooms and our new home life. It is yet another blessing to be here and call this home. I am still enjoying the newness of our surroundings and the cleaning is still a joy but check back on that one with me in a year! This is alot of house to clean but it's been pretty manageable and we take it bit by bit everyday. Who is the we? Alyssa has entered the "I do it" stage and is my shadow. Riley is proficient in folding towels now and they actually have been really helpful and conducive to cleaning up the toys at the end of the day.
I have spent two nights alone in this house and both nights I didn't sleep a wink. Just too many entrances to entertain a crazy sleep deprived mind! Our old house was so tiny, er humble and I was close to my neighbors. Here I don't know anyones name and I don't know the noises of the house yet so I kept my eyes open and alert all night. My brother helped alot when he texted that all I had to fear was the deer.
Indeed we have seen our share of deer. I believe Riley has the count up to 11. The best spotting was just a few days ago when right before dinner 3 of them started chasing eachother around like dogs. They are so fast and they played a long game of tag right in our backyard before they took off and weren't seen again until late that night when I was driving home from Bible study with Alyssa. I rolled down her window and she waved to the deer standing in the road looking at her. It was crazy how calm and serene they were standing up next to a Tahoe and I cannot wait to explore our "wild" backyard more this Spring!
We are battling some colds right now and gearing up for some painting this weekend so I will be tied up again until the middle of Feb...or the next time I feel like journaling a bit.
We are signing up our baby for school next week to start in the Fall and I am a bit weepy over it but she is ready and so excited! She is so darn lovable and kissable it's unbelievable. Such a sweetheart indeed.
I will leave you with just a few pictures cause what's a post without pictures?!
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| He looks like me but I don't sleep looking that pretty, those lashes, those lips, those little fingers folded up in prayer! |
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| She is a hot mess of nukie love, it is going to be a struggle to get them away from her but already she is down to only getting them in her crib so baby steps it is! |
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| Hunting partners in their "lodge" our fireplace nook! |
Sunday, November 25, 2012
Home is where the heart is
Our hearts are getting packed up and ready to fill a new home with love and laughter.
After 11.5 years in our humble home we decided on a whim to put her up for sale and in just 6 days we had an offer. We accepted the offer and with it we started looking at houses rather frantically for fear of being homeless.
The first one we walked into was our house. I could see us playing in the large yard, mowing the plush grass, chasing eachother around the house and "hunting" in the oasis of the open field beyond our one acre where we had earlier seen two deer. I pictured our Christmas tree up and lit, our dinners, cozy and quaint around a refurbished thrifted table. I saw our kids wildly excited to hide in the house and have us seek them out. I saw pj's on, sitting near the fireplace, reading books and snuggling. I saw myself looking out the big, beautiful windows smiling while watching my husband out the window grilling on our deck. I saw rocking chairs on the porch as we toasted a successful summer night and watched the stars come out. I saw our future. I saw our children's future as they grew. I saw the next 30-40 years of our lives and it was wonderful.
We continued to look at 3 more houses and then stopped off at my parents to collect our kids before heading out for 2 more but my heart tugged at me and I knew my parents had to see our "deer" house. We quickly changed courses and set out once more to see the house. They loved it. They approved and shared in our dreams. I knew it was meant to be but we could only be sure if everything fell according to plan.
Everything slowly but surely fell into place and now we wait for the financing to be approved and we try to be patient.
It's hard to say how fast the last 30 days has gone. We left for Vegas with it sitting in the back of our heads and returned home to say "why not?". We finally fixed and de-cluttered things around our house that we had only dreamed of doing for years but never really felt the need to do. Oh complacency, where are you now? (My lazy susan's are not so lazy anymore and we need not stare at the food in them any longer.)
We signed and signed and signed paperwork and now we are just a few short weeks away from saying forever goodbye to 11927 Woodbine St, NW, respectively.
Just a few short days away from falling in love with our deer house I was offered a chance to transfer to our new Champlin clinic in an epic re-organization plan that will make our clinics "hubs" for the nursing homes closest to them. I would be the coordinator for Champlin and have a handful or so of coworkers under me waiting for assignments. It all has just come together too perfectly almost. Moving 15 minutes away from where we are now would have easily added another 20 minutes to my already 30 minutes commute. This will bring my commute down to 15-20 minutes and save on gas tremendously.
My heart is ready and at the same time heavy. The first night I met D we ended up coming back to his place and as he sat on the counter talking amongst friends I knew I would need that man in my life. A few nights later we sat in our now playroom and watched MTV while talking all night until the sun nearly came up. I fell in love in this house. We brought Deucer home to this house and he helped us demo much of what it is today from the 70's yellow/orange carpeting he helped rip up with his teething.
Deuce's entire life was in this house and for that reason alone we are sad to say goodbye. Add to that the fact that we brought our first baby into this house and then our second baby and my heart nearly breaks as I think of someone else turning their rooms into an office.
Yes, this house holds many, many memories. Too many to recall for you but it is too small and we knew this day was coming for a long time. In fact, we have been on a 5 year arm for about 9 years now, thank you very much low, low, low interest rates!
The bathroom begs for mercy when we all pile in there for the kids' bathtime. Our bedroom is just that, where we sleep and no room for anything else. Our yard is a pitiful excuse for grass (CR is known for notorious sand grass and we were no different). Our kitchen currently lends itself to washing clothes and frying up bacon at the same time. Our one car garage hasn't seen a car for years since the kids bikes and toys go into lockdown every night. She is small, she is old, she has been our home.
I cannot quite wrap my mind around owning stairs. I grew up with them and took them for granted. The stairs just intrigue me. One level living is convenient and all but we are going to own stairs soon. We will have 3 bathrooms, 4 bedrooms, two living rooms, a fireplace, a bar in the basement and room to fill up every crevice and hiding spot with memories. Yes, we will be those new home owners who are in awe of everything we have lived without for years. It will indeed be 365 days of thanksgiving and praise for years to come. It will be moving in with what we have and slowly but again surely filling up the place with our own signature. It will be time consuming and budgeting to get to where I see us in the next 15 years. It will be trial and error at what furniture would be best and if that plaid wallpaper should come down today or yesterday. It will be so fun and so rewarding and so darn exciting because we will do it together, as a family.
My sweet, tender hearted boy has voiced over and over again that he doesn't want to move. Sure he loves the deer house but he is insistent that he loves our house and his room. He wants to take the walls with him and I understand, our hearts beat the same. It will be uncomfortable for our kids the first few weeks understanding and adjusting their point of view to our new surroundings. It will be hard to say goodbye and there will be tears, probably lots and lots of tears but tears that are happy and sad all at the same time. It will be hectic and stressful moving in December days before Christmas but I have a feeling that those will be the memories that will stick with us forever, like "remember when we moved and Mom was deadset on putting up the tree first thing but Dad wanted help with the important stuff only to have Mom set up that tree and when we awoke a few days later Santa had found our new house and filled it up with toys?" Only Daddy agrees the tree and the beds will be first and foremost and the rest will follow as it may. : )
This is a good dream. The kind of nesting I have never done before. I constantly feel the energy of change these days and after seeing our "dear, deer" house again this morning and getting the stamp of approval from Uncle Kevin, house owner times 5 and cabin builder extraordinaire, I feel confident that the first house we looked at is our home. It should be noted that 5 deer scurried across the backyard as we stood in the living room...Riley is going to love this house!
I am still being cautiously optimistic, we still have some headaches to get through but this dream is getting closer and closer and it is going to be an incredible December indeed!
It's been real 11927 but 9101 here we come!
The MLS number to our future is # 4312596.
After 11.5 years in our humble home we decided on a whim to put her up for sale and in just 6 days we had an offer. We accepted the offer and with it we started looking at houses rather frantically for fear of being homeless.
The first one we walked into was our house. I could see us playing in the large yard, mowing the plush grass, chasing eachother around the house and "hunting" in the oasis of the open field beyond our one acre where we had earlier seen two deer. I pictured our Christmas tree up and lit, our dinners, cozy and quaint around a refurbished thrifted table. I saw our kids wildly excited to hide in the house and have us seek them out. I saw pj's on, sitting near the fireplace, reading books and snuggling. I saw myself looking out the big, beautiful windows smiling while watching my husband out the window grilling on our deck. I saw rocking chairs on the porch as we toasted a successful summer night and watched the stars come out. I saw our future. I saw our children's future as they grew. I saw the next 30-40 years of our lives and it was wonderful.
We continued to look at 3 more houses and then stopped off at my parents to collect our kids before heading out for 2 more but my heart tugged at me and I knew my parents had to see our "deer" house. We quickly changed courses and set out once more to see the house. They loved it. They approved and shared in our dreams. I knew it was meant to be but we could only be sure if everything fell according to plan.
Everything slowly but surely fell into place and now we wait for the financing to be approved and we try to be patient.
It's hard to say how fast the last 30 days has gone. We left for Vegas with it sitting in the back of our heads and returned home to say "why not?". We finally fixed and de-cluttered things around our house that we had only dreamed of doing for years but never really felt the need to do. Oh complacency, where are you now? (My lazy susan's are not so lazy anymore and we need not stare at the food in them any longer.)
We signed and signed and signed paperwork and now we are just a few short weeks away from saying forever goodbye to 11927 Woodbine St, NW, respectively.
Just a few short days away from falling in love with our deer house I was offered a chance to transfer to our new Champlin clinic in an epic re-organization plan that will make our clinics "hubs" for the nursing homes closest to them. I would be the coordinator for Champlin and have a handful or so of coworkers under me waiting for assignments. It all has just come together too perfectly almost. Moving 15 minutes away from where we are now would have easily added another 20 minutes to my already 30 minutes commute. This will bring my commute down to 15-20 minutes and save on gas tremendously.
My heart is ready and at the same time heavy. The first night I met D we ended up coming back to his place and as he sat on the counter talking amongst friends I knew I would need that man in my life. A few nights later we sat in our now playroom and watched MTV while talking all night until the sun nearly came up. I fell in love in this house. We brought Deucer home to this house and he helped us demo much of what it is today from the 70's yellow/orange carpeting he helped rip up with his teething.
Deuce's entire life was in this house and for that reason alone we are sad to say goodbye. Add to that the fact that we brought our first baby into this house and then our second baby and my heart nearly breaks as I think of someone else turning their rooms into an office.
Yes, this house holds many, many memories. Too many to recall for you but it is too small and we knew this day was coming for a long time. In fact, we have been on a 5 year arm for about 9 years now, thank you very much low, low, low interest rates!
The bathroom begs for mercy when we all pile in there for the kids' bathtime. Our bedroom is just that, where we sleep and no room for anything else. Our yard is a pitiful excuse for grass (CR is known for notorious sand grass and we were no different). Our kitchen currently lends itself to washing clothes and frying up bacon at the same time. Our one car garage hasn't seen a car for years since the kids bikes and toys go into lockdown every night. She is small, she is old, she has been our home.
I cannot quite wrap my mind around owning stairs. I grew up with them and took them for granted. The stairs just intrigue me. One level living is convenient and all but we are going to own stairs soon. We will have 3 bathrooms, 4 bedrooms, two living rooms, a fireplace, a bar in the basement and room to fill up every crevice and hiding spot with memories. Yes, we will be those new home owners who are in awe of everything we have lived without for years. It will indeed be 365 days of thanksgiving and praise for years to come. It will be moving in with what we have and slowly but again surely filling up the place with our own signature. It will be time consuming and budgeting to get to where I see us in the next 15 years. It will be trial and error at what furniture would be best and if that plaid wallpaper should come down today or yesterday. It will be so fun and so rewarding and so darn exciting because we will do it together, as a family.
My sweet, tender hearted boy has voiced over and over again that he doesn't want to move. Sure he loves the deer house but he is insistent that he loves our house and his room. He wants to take the walls with him and I understand, our hearts beat the same. It will be uncomfortable for our kids the first few weeks understanding and adjusting their point of view to our new surroundings. It will be hard to say goodbye and there will be tears, probably lots and lots of tears but tears that are happy and sad all at the same time. It will be hectic and stressful moving in December days before Christmas but I have a feeling that those will be the memories that will stick with us forever, like "remember when we moved and Mom was deadset on putting up the tree first thing but Dad wanted help with the important stuff only to have Mom set up that tree and when we awoke a few days later Santa had found our new house and filled it up with toys?" Only Daddy agrees the tree and the beds will be first and foremost and the rest will follow as it may. : )
This is a good dream. The kind of nesting I have never done before. I constantly feel the energy of change these days and after seeing our "dear, deer" house again this morning and getting the stamp of approval from Uncle Kevin, house owner times 5 and cabin builder extraordinaire, I feel confident that the first house we looked at is our home. It should be noted that 5 deer scurried across the backyard as we stood in the living room...Riley is going to love this house!
I am still being cautiously optimistic, we still have some headaches to get through but this dream is getting closer and closer and it is going to be an incredible December indeed!
It's been real 11927 but 9101 here we come!
The MLS number to our future is # 4312596.
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