Thursday, April 16, 2009

Melancholy Morning

7:55 AM Thursday morning.  I stood at the end of our hallway with a view of both kids bedrooms.  I couldn't stop the tears from flowing down my face.  Looking into Lennon's room, which used to be Mia's room.  The room our little 3 1/2 year old sweetheart walked into when she first saw this house almost three and a half years ago.  The room that we have rocked Lennon to sleep in for the last two years.  The bed I have laid in with Lennon to nurse him so often.  In Mia's room I remember when it was a playroom.  I can hear all the giggling from Mia, Ella and Diva that was so often heard here during our first year here before all the kids started school.  The laughter and tears that always came along with the never ending playdate/sleepovers we had with Naomi.  The plays the girls put on for us, the concerts.  I know we are just moving to the next town, but my mind drifts to the day we will be leaving the area for good.  I instantly walk away.  I can't think of that now.  I have to get Mia out the door to school.  In the car I remember the first time Lennon tried avocado in our kitchen.  The many times Mia sat with him at his high chair and was so proud of him as she got to feed him herself.  There have been so many firsts in this house.  Mia has grown from a little preschooler wearing diapers to bed at night to having her ears pierced and talking about which boy she might marry when she gets older.  I've never lived in one place this long as an adult.  There are many reason to be excited about this upcoming move, but I will be very sad to leave this house.  We have had mountains of fond memories here.  We have laughed and cried and brought a new baby home to a little girl who seemed to age three years overnight.  I'll miss this house.    

3 comments:

Hillary Adams said...

That almost made me cry. Just thinking of sweet little Mia and her tracing my hand on the wall before you guys moved and how big she is now. And tiny little Lennon growing to be such a smart and sweet little guy. Moving is a fun, exciting, sad and hard thing. I love you guys!

Child of the 50s said...

I, of course, cried. You captured the moment very well. You write well and should continue. You know you are good at writing when your audience reacts to what you are sharing. I love you :)

The O Family said...

Aaawww Jenna... I understand. Houses are so much more than 4 walls. Here's to your next adventure and the many happy memories you'll make in your new place.