Some thoughts on moving into our forever home… I keep thinking three things over and over again. First, this gigantic, overwhelming repeated sigh of relief that the project is over. That the contractors are out of house. That the floor is clean of dust and the water runs hot and the walls aren’t cracked. That the budgeting is done and the scheduling is done and the stress of it is over, and all that’s left is to live here. I feel this wave of emotion three or so times a day. Praise the Lord. Second, the comparison mentally to coming home from the hospital after having a baby. Just in that my entire routine has changed, my environment, our home, uprooted and moved. And for someone so sentimental and so reluctant to change, I have felt consumed by emotions every so often. Even moving out of our middle ground, with my parents, felt as hard as it was the day I moved to college. Despite what I knew was coming for me, sadness and grief was still there. Praise the Lord for all these places I’ve called home and loved so dearly. And third, an incredible and unique sense of slowness and peace. Thankfulness we spent hours upon hours into the night getting all that we did done beforehand, so that I can bask in the morning sunshine with my babies and our breakfast now, not worried about what I need to get done today. Because, praise the Father, I have all the time in the world to make this house our home.