Jason is packing our first box. I can't believe that we close on our new house in less than three weeks and therefore will move again in less than 4 weeks. It honestly makes me a little sick to think of all the hard work we'll be doing for the next couple weeks and months, instead of spending leisurely Saturday afternoons in the pool, lovely Sunday mornings at the zoo, or laid-back Friday nights with pizza and Dexter. I miss our fun family time already. Time is flying by too quickly, and all I want to do is savor every minute with Miriam, because she's just growing and changing way too quickly for my liking. I can't believe that my baby is fast approaching toddlerhood. I am a bit annoyed that I have to "waste" this time organizing, packing, painting, unpacking, etc when I really just want to marvel in the wonder of the amazing daughter and family we've created for ourselves. I just keep reminding myself that, for the first time ever, all the hard work of moving (plus painting, carpet cleaning, etc) WILL actually and truly pay off in the long run. Because this will be MY HOUSE... and I will be living in that house for more than paltry year or two or three. It will be a HOME for all of us, not just a dwelling. Still... this task feels so daunting to me, especially after having just done this less than 6 months ago (and it went so horribly). Sigh. I'm done complaining now. We are so fortunate to be able to buy a home, and we've worked so hard to get to this point. I just need to get through the next few weeks of chaos.
On a more fun note, here's a short movie of our sweet baby girl mastering one of her toys:
