Gotta have faith

Well, today is the day. Well, today or tomorrow.

This great big beauty of a house will be for sale.

Gosh, this is so exciting and scary all at once.

It's one thing to decide to relocate, if only 30 miles, but it's quite another to do it with two gorgeous little girls clinging to your legs all day, asking to be picked up.

I worry that they will get pushed to the side in my frantic rush to clean up, and get out of dodge for showings. I worry they will no longer sleep through the night. I always worry that any major change or missed calorie will prevent them from sleeping through the night. I guess 12 solid months of not sleeping through has ruined me, still.

Yet, I know this will be amazing for them, once it's over, to have nearly two more hours a day with their Da!

But, first, we have to deal with all the other worries, like who wants this charmer. Recent news in our little city has put another negative spin on violence here. We walk just about every single day and hardly ever even feel the slightest bit of anything but pure joy. I mean seeing dogs, buses, trucks, fire trucks, a creek, and babies all in one walk -- it's just too much. That's why we usually end up at the farmer's market, to buy blueberries, corn on the cob and peaches, too.

Yes, we'll miss it here. We'll hate the process of packing and moving (how that is going to happen is beyond me at this point) and we don't even know where our new house will be, yet.

Risk takers, we are, I tell you. Risk takers.

I have promised myself daily yoga and meditation and one solid hour before lunch getting down and dirty with my babies. A shower might be nice. Food might be good. But, they will be first in line before all of that, of course.

Bear with me over the next few weeks as this new adventure takes over the lives of Jadyn, Liana and Mama. Tomorrow, though, stay tuned for the winner of the fabulous Faith bag.