I left the diapers to dry on the line all day today. It’s the last time that I get to do that on this laundry line, and I’m just so surprised how these little things sometimes pull at my heart strings.
There is something to incredibly fulfilling about seeing all your wet little items all hanging on that blue line that sags all the way to the trees. Nice, bright and clean, those little diapers have been through so much, and just keep going and going. They have been on both of my babies now and somehow hold such a history. I’m going to miss hanging those little diapers on the line, watching them swish and swing on that blue laundry line. I loved how crisp and refreshed they were every time. It was like starting over.
Sometimes it’s nice to start over.
So here we go. We are moving in “two more sleeps”, to the “little house”. This is a big start over. My heart has been doing some serious summer-saults this week. From aching and longing, to singing and leaping. We’ve done such amazing things in this old house of ours and I’m going to miss it terribly. And not at all, in some ways. I think my heart will miss the house, but my brain won’t. My heart will miss the memories of both of my babies coming home to this house, but my brain won’t miss the fact that I never had the chance to properly landscape this house. My heart will miss the life-changing events that happened between my husband and I, but my brain won’t miss all the times that he was outside mowing the lawn and I was in the house (sneezing) keeping the kids under control on my own.
It’s the little things.
And in the end, pretty menial things. We leave moments in this house, but we’re bringing all the good stuff, all the real stuff with us.
I can’t wait to make new memories, face new struggles and surmount higher odds in our new “little house”.
We’re doing. I can’t believe we’re doing it.
Here we go.
Here are both kiddos in the same diaper, 2.5 years apart