It was a dream

We have moved. I think I've established quite well in this journal of our life, how I do with change. I usually don't handle it with grace and ease, and even though this was a very welcomed change, it's been a bit of a struggle saying goodbye to where the majority of our married life has taken place. From the moment we moved into this town home I knew it was temporary. I knew we wouldn't raise all our children there, and from that very moment I've been preparing myself for the time that we left. There are so many things in our future that I am excited about, we were so ready to move on to the next step, so then why did packing up that cozy home and putting the spare keys in the drawer hurt my heart all the way up to my throat?!

It's because of the memories that took place within those 4 little walls. I will forever cherish all that came with this house. It had it's problems, like a leaky shower and a mice infestation to name a couple. It was not a dream home by any means, but life there was such a dream!

• It was a dream bringing two baby boys home from the hospital.
• It was a dream graduating from college and watching Treavor do the same.
• It was a dream watching our marriage grow into a whole different kind of love than we had 5 years ago.
• It was a dream meeting wonderful friends.
• It was a dream having neighbors who took such good care of me.
• It was a dream growing up in a way in this house.
• It was a dream learning how to be a better mom every day.
• It was a dream learning about service.
• It was dream having 3 parks in close walking distance.
• It was a dream putting the boys to bed at 7:00 on the dot and having date nights in the front room.
• It was a dream watching Owen race cars around the kitchen table for hours and hours without taking a break.
• It was a dream having a blossoming tree outside my bedroom window in the spring.
• It was a dream listening to the freeway as I rocked my babies in the night.
• It was a dream watching the para-gliders at the mountain out the back window at breakfast time with Owen.
• It was a dream Knowing the second we walked out our door, there would be friends to play with and moms to chat with.
• It was a dream having our first family nights and watching Owen be excited about learning the gospel.
• It was a dream when Treavor would take a late night maverik run and always return with more treats than I requested.
• It was a dream watching babies learn to walk.

The last five years have had it's ups and downs, stresses and joys. But overall it has been a dream. And that is why it hurt to say goodbye.

Some pictures to remember where those millions of happy moments took place. This house will forever hold a special place in my heart.