The sound of a neighborhood.
The teachers who loved your babies.
The teammates who communicate without words.
The pile of mama's nerves stacked under the bleachers.
The endless cupcakes shared and eaten with or without good reason.
The visits from clouds that ask more questions than they answer.
The nights spent holding hands in shelter from a storm.
The laughter of friends who have grown comfortable.
The seeds scattered by the first cool autumn winds.
The moments viewed from a kitchen window.
The feeling of knowing.
It's lucky our hearts have an endless capacity
for carrying the things that won't fit in a box.
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A pickyune detail: cupcakes, as lovers of cupcakes know, are never eaten without good reason.
I am bawling.
Thus far, I'd managed to treat this whole thing as a business transaction. Buy this house. Sell that house. Schedule this. Prepare for that. Mostly managing this thing with cool detatchment and a grain of order ... no tears, no sentimentality, no heart (at least publicly).
But in the last few days, it's all started to wear thin and crack open and as I've pondered whether our life, my life, will be as good there as it is here, if the matters of the heart, the things you so beautifully list above, will even compare, I've found myself falling deeper and deeper in the shadows.
Thank you, Melissa. Thank you for reminding me that those things are mine. No move, no chnage can ever take away the moments I hold so close. You know more about "keep it in a jar forever love" than anyone I know and I am so blessed to call you friend.
xoxoxoxox
PS - I've given up on Kleenex. I'm just using my sleeve now.
Susan- Thinking about Annie moving has reminded me of how I felt when we left NH almost 6 years ago so I thought I'd share.
Lisa- Tissue?
Green- No, I didn't move. 1IM (Annie) is moving this month and this was just a pile of thoughts about things she has shared about her life in MO.
Joan- I try.
Julie- I think so too.
Annie- So will bring "home" with you wherever you are. That's the kind of person you are. I remember that same feeling of being buried in the details and then it all came crashing down the moment we locked the house for the last time and drove away and my tears felt endless. But I have realized that we take with us what is most important and that's what I was wanting you to remember. xo.
Lois- I know we each have our own list of what makes "home" so I'm glad some of this felt familiar to you.
children laughing, picking berries, driving trucks, digging in sand, fire raging in the pit with friends gathered around, deer, my garden, my clothes hanging on the line...
obviously I loved this, thanks - good to visit you again.
fit in a box I carry in my bag.