We're moving. Like, really, really moving. I've been talking about it for so long and now that moving day is actually here, it feels surreal.
What makes a home a home? Why am I so sad to leave this home? I tell people how sad I am and how much I want you girls to have a smooth transition and they tell me that I'm lucky you girls are so young. You won't even remember this home. And I smile at them, blinking back tears, saying, You're right! We're pretty lucky that they're so young and won't remember it here - we should have no problem with the move. But what I'm thinking is, You're right. They won't even remember this home.
This home. We came into this home as Matt and Jen. Two newlyweds in love, expecting their first baby. We're leaving this home as a family. We're leaving this home as "The Paradees". We were perfectly happy when we bought this house. Little did we know what we were missing in our lives. Acadia June. Emma Joy. Laughter. Bubbles. Sprinklers. Snowball fights. Rocking you to sleep. Reading to you. Nursing you. First birthdays. Sleepovers. Play dates.
You have completed us. You have completed this family. And although I sit here and look at all the boxes that need to be packed away into the moving van. And although I could cry at any given moment thinking about saying good bye to this house. What I have come to realize during this process is that these 4 walls we have been living in doesn't make a home. We make a home. Wherever we are is our home. As long as the four of us are together, I feel like I'm at home.
We love you girls more than words can say. More than I could ever show you. We bought this new house for you - to have neighbors your age, to have your new school right down the street, to have parks in walking distance. Every. Single. Decision. We make is to benefit you girls. Our goal in life is to make you happy, healthy, safe and loved.
And we can't wait to start new memories in our new home.
Love,
Mommy and Daddy
