For the past 4 weeks or so it's been packing, calls, more calls, searching, crying, laughing, frustration and saying goodbye in more way than one. I can't say that everything has been easy. It's been hard.
"Colorado-bound-Texas-style" party with some of my favorite girls
ever (guys too!). Also a huge thanks to all the sweet "just poppin' by to say bye/hug" and meals from dear friends during our moving week too. xox.
The girls school was really hard to say goodbye to. Owens Elementary has been a part of our family since we moved to Texas. Josh taught there, the older teachers remember when the girls were born, and Hannah was finishing her 6th year there. It was like home, teachers like family, and forever in our hearts friends.
Close to every day bff Ellie and the girls would talk and play endless childhood games, searching for bugs and riding bikes...what kids
should do. (And my dearest neighbor friend Mimi...miss our walks/talks already, girl.)
Always fun. These kiddos have grown up with eachother. We have pictures of the older one's on a blanket when they were mere months old at their first "playdate".
Tender, sweet friendships.
We had a moving sale. I had been holding onto a big box of the girls baby clothes and it was time to say goodbye to the adorable little outfits (still spit up stains on some of them!) and the princess games, MY old Barbie convertible, play makeup, etc... oh, oh, oh........just too much.
I had packed up all frames, mirrors, decor, fragile stuff right away. The
one frame I left out was this one. I feel like it was one more goodbye to Dad and all the Texas memories we had with him.
