Yesterday my mom took all the girls and went to get grandpa and their dog. They spent the night and this morning I woke up to an empty house. Really, I was hoping to have had a baby, but obviously that hasn't happened.
So I crawled out of bed, cleaned out the fridge, called the husband, made huckleberry muffins and took some to the neighbor (because walking is good at this point in pregnancy, right?).
I also had visions of what it's going to be like when none of my kids are home--like when they are all in school. And frankly, I don't like it. I'm having a hard enough time with the fact that Grace is going to first grade and is going to be gone all day every day now. She is of course excited, but the kid loves school and has great friends there, so of course she's excited. They were supposed to start this last Tuesday, but the school wasn't ready and the start was postponed until Monday.
But there's an echo in here. It shouldn't last much longer. But I still don't like it. Even with a cup of coffee and huckleberry muffins.
After four kids, ten moves and nearly two decades, we are still blissfully in love (most of the time) and I found myself back in the state I was born and raised in. It has definitely been a journey. In fact, on our 18th anniversary we pulled the last of our stuff up over the pass and into Montana, leaving our surprise love, Idaho, behind. But Montana is a great place. The last best place according to some. And we fully intend to explore as much of it as we can! Join us on our continued adventure through life, love and other stuff that comes with it.