Moving Day

Today was moving day. And I hate moving! I think I would rather be a garbage collector...a fast food employee...work overnights...being a moving person would be just about last on my list. Luckily, we had great help. We hired a company to move the safe, dining room table and China hutch. Most of Tim's family and a couple friends were kind enough to spend their afternoon lugging our s**t from one house to another. We got almost everything moved within a few hours thanks to these amazing volunteers.

It's been a bit more of an emotional day than I was expecting. I've talked about how it will be hard leaving "Henry's" house, and the house my mom last saw. So I was certainly expecting some mixed emotions. I was doing okay until we started moving the nursery into the U-Haul. Each piece of furniture, each box, each item carries a memory of Henry. Luckily, we were packing all of these memories to take with us to the new house. But I still wish with all my being that we were not only moving Henry's things, but that we were also moving Henry. I wish I were frantically trying to get at least the crib set up so that he had somewhere to sleep...that I had to make sure the bottles were unpacked, and that he still had his treasured Mickey. I hate that we are "celebrating" Henry's 11 months by moving, but that he is not here. I am thankful my baby is happy and safe and watching over me, but I still hate that he's not here with us.

Now begins the settling in phase. We are making a fresh start, making this our home. We bring Henry with us everywhere we go, and this house is no exception. I look forward to hanging our favorite pictures, putting a few treasured mementos in special places, and making new memories. One day we will once again set up the nursery for a eagerly anticipated new arrival. Until then, we will enjoy our new home, enjoy our memories, and enjoy this special time with each other (and our crazy fur babies, of course!)