I was packing yesterday and Peter started helping me fill the box.

"Where are you going?" he asked.

"We're going to live at Grandma's house," I replied.

"Can I come too?"

"Of course!"

"YAY!!!!" And he started to jump and dance around the room.


Moving this time has been a lot harder than when we only had a few kids, a much smaller home, and we moved every year or too. It's hard to leave the home we love and built and made our own. We dreamed of it for so long and have been so grateful to have a place of our own. It's hard to leave all the friends we have made especially when we don't have a place to go and we are just having faith and hope that it will all work out. I know it will be okay, because we will make sure it is, but it is going to take a lot of work and sacrifice.

It's especially hard to leave the backyard and play set. I hate taking that away from the kids but I know this move is what is right for them. I know is time for our family to leave Pasco.