Well, we are now officially homeless and living with my parents. Granted, it’s only for two weeks, but it will be nice to live in our own house again. The boys are being relatively good and actually took a nap today. Thank goodness for small miracles.
We’ve had a lot of good memories in that old house in provo and we are going to miss it. It’s were we learned we were having twins. Were we spent many a night trying to rock two screaming babies to sleep. The home where the boys took there first steps and there first falls. In that neighborhood Owen and Braeden started to ride bikes and run like crazy men.
We had outgrown the space, but not the area. We had some great neighbors and it will be hard to leave them in Provo, but we are very excited to be moving on to the next chapter in our lives. It will be so weird to have our own house. There will be a sense of privacy and isolation that you just can’t experience in a townhome.
So we are sad and happy and excited and scared all at the same time. Isnt’ that a weird jumble of emotions?
