This picture depicts perfectly how I feel right now. A quiet longing, a sadness from leaving a beloved place.It's been kind of a depressing week as we have been packing. Kyrie keeps complaining about how the house feels so sad because there are no pictures on the walls. It feels as if you have taken the "us" out of it. It is just an empty shell right now that will soon belong to someone else. The part that really got me in the picture is Kyrie's little tail. She's trying soo hard to be grown up, but inside she's still so little. Leaving the place that she has felt so comfortable the past two years is a big scary thing. Sometimes I feel so bad for these kids, having to move around every two years. I wonder if we are doing the right thing. There is no way to tell what dramatic effect this will have on their future, but I hope that the constant push outside of their comfort zone will make them stronger....
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I'm gonna vote for stronger. I moved a TON growing up. Sometimes more than once a year. And while it has come with its challenges, I am more grateful for the blessing moving gave me... a stronger relationship with my siblings. We HAD to rely on each other. We became each others' best friends. And, I am so grateful, that those relationships continue even today. Can moving be difficult? Yes. But everytime I move I see a strengthening of family that (sometimes) would not have happened without the change. Loving you guys!
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