We spent the last 24 hours at the old house in South Haven, frantically packing up everything we had left there to make the house show well when we moved out in October. We've found a family to rent it for the next year, so it was time to load up the remaining clothes, furniture, and miscellaneous stuff. We rented a giant U-Haul (all they had left) and solicited my parents to come down for the day to help run interference with the girls while we packed and moved. It was a gorgeous day, the kind of perfect summer beach day that made us a tiny bit sad to leave such a beautiful beach town for good. We even went to the beach for a couple of hours this afternoon (Jemma's first time). Being in the house like that really made me nostalgic for all the precious, good times we did have there - painting the nursery while I was pregnant, bringing Annie home and putting her in the tiny cradle at the foot of our bed, watching all her "firsts" happen in and around that house, running by the beach and watching the sunset . . . even though South Haven, on the whole, wasn't the right place for us, I am sad to give up that house where Annie was our baby.
Now, it's good to be back in EGR on our happy, quiet street with our girls safely asleep in their beds. We realize how blessed and lucky we are to have been able to choose our little community, live in a house we truly love, have fantastic neighbors and great schools.
We're exhausted, and tomorrow holds more work as we begin the unpacking.
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