Tomorrow is our last day in this make-shift home of ours, and I am struck by how truly sad I am about leaving this place. A year ago today we were staying at my mother's house, still reeling from the news of the fire at our home, praising God for the safety of our family and neighbors, and praying for a temporary place to live over the next four to six months while our house was being repaired. Ha...ha...ha. So, now, a year later our house is (hopefully) six weeks from finally being finished, and we are about to move back into my childhood home once again! My parents are being really great, clearing out space and sacrificing their relatively peaceful home to make our young family comfortable and happy. My poor husband is trying to put on a brave face as he plans the next month and a half living with his in-laws. (He loves them, but really, who wants to live with their in-laws?)
But today I am surprised to be sorry to say goodbye to this apartment and the memories we have made here. It isn't home, but we certainly made something out of it. Evie doesn't even remember our house; she wasn't yet two when we left, and she will be three by the time we return. Grace is excited to go back home, but I think a lot of her first memories will be of this place. And of course, our little Adelaide has never known another home. I know she won't remember, but I will never forget my pregnancy that I spent as a bit of a stranger in a new place, from those first weeks when I thought I might lose her (after my miscarriage 2 years ago, early pregnancy spotting shook me to my core back in February), to bringing my sweet new baby home from the hospital. Birthdays and Christmas, laundry and dirty dishes have made this lovely little apartment in Mt. Laurel a place for our little family to weather this storm, to watch our children grow, and to learn about the Lord's great faithfulness to His children.
a few of my favorite memories from the past year~