We moved in to our new home last weekend. Each room was stacked high with boxes. Our life was all wrapped up in paper and packing tape! I have been going through box by box and unpacking. I am also finding that half of the stuff I unpack is not a need of any sort but rather something that we thought we needed at one time and now it just clutters my space and my mind. I have a whole pile of stuff in my basement that I have no use for. It feels good to get rid of things!
We have not met anyone yet. The neighbors keep to themselves. Maybe they are trying to respect our space and not be nosy but not one person has even bothered to look over at us! It's just as well that way I suppose as in the past we have had the neighbors who cannot keep their nose out of your business and we certainly don't desire anymore of those!
We are without cable and interent at home. It's been kind of nice except that we do need the internet for our curriculum for homeschooling. Granted, I believe the kids are learning a plenty but we haven't been getting our math lessons and language arts in. We have however learned a lot about the value of family and how we all need eachother. We have learned that we respect and support our father no matter what becasue he is our provider. Ella wondered why we had to move with Dad. She didn't see why he couldn't just move and we stay in our home town where our home, friends and family are. At her age, it's only natural to only think of yourself and your needs and not necessarily what our family may need. She is learning though. I feel like more and more married couples do not understand compromise anymore. It's like they are set in their ways and if their spouse does something they do not like then they hit the road in search for a new journey. What people are failing to realize is how good it feels to support your spouse and have the sense of unanimity. Knowing that even though we may not be holding hands and kissing all the time that we are still in this together. After being with my companion for more than half of my life it's awesome how in sync you become. We are just on the same page without discussing the page:)
Taylor Swift has a new song out that is a poem that a mother wrote about her baby boy who went to meet Jesus when he was only 4. It's a beautiful song. Here are the lyrics:
[Taylor Swift]
I remember your bare feet
Down the hallway
I remember your little laugh
Race cars on the kitchen floor
Plastic dinosaurs
I love you to the moon and back
I remember your blue eyes
Looking into mine
Like we had our own secret club
I remember your dancing before bedtime
Then jumping on me waking me up
I can still feel you hold my hand
Little man
And even in the moment I knew
You fought it hard like an army guard
Remember I, leaned in and whispered to you
Come on baby with me
We're gonna fly away from here
You were my best four years
I remember the drive home
When the blind hope
Turned to crying and screaming why
Flowers pile up in the worst way
No one knows what to say
About a beautiful boy who died
And its about to be halloween
You could be anything
You wanted if you were still here
I remember the last day
When I kissed your face
And I whispered in your ear
Come on baby with me
We're gonna fly away from here
Out of this curtained room
And this hospital grey will just disappear
Come on baby with me
We're gonna fly away from here
You were my best four years
What if I'm standing in your closet
Trying to talk to you?
And what if I kept your hand-me-downs
You won't grow in to?
And what if I really thought some miracle
Would see us through?
And what if the miracle was even getting
One moment with you?
Come on baby with me
We're gonna fly away from here
Come on baby with me
We're gonna fly away from here
You were my best four years
I remember you bare feet
Down the hallway
I love you to the moon and
Back...
I remember your bare feet
Down the hallway
I remember your little laugh
Race cars on the kitchen floor
Plastic dinosaurs
I love you to the moon and back
I remember your blue eyes
Looking into mine
Like we had our own secret club
I remember your dancing before bedtime
Then jumping on me waking me up
I can still feel you hold my hand
Little man
And even in the moment I knew
You fought it hard like an army guard
Remember I, leaned in and whispered to you
Come on baby with me
We're gonna fly away from here
You were my best four years
I remember the drive home
When the blind hope
Turned to crying and screaming why
Flowers pile up in the worst way
No one knows what to say
About a beautiful boy who died
And its about to be halloween
You could be anything
You wanted if you were still here
I remember the last day
When I kissed your face
And I whispered in your ear
Come on baby with me
We're gonna fly away from here
Out of this curtained room
And this hospital grey will just disappear
Come on baby with me
We're gonna fly away from here
You were my best four years
What if I'm standing in your closet
Trying to talk to you?
And what if I kept your hand-me-downs
You won't grow in to?
And what if I really thought some miracle
Would see us through?
And what if the miracle was even getting
One moment with you?
Come on baby with me
We're gonna fly away from here
Come on baby with me
We're gonna fly away from here
You were my best four years
I remember you bare feet
Down the hallway
I love you to the moon and
Back...
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