Lord, That I May See

Spends all her days looking out doors and wishing she was bigger . . .

Here we are, in our new home for almost two weeks now, slowly settling in, building a new rhythm to the days, and making new memories.  In some ways the change has been, and still is, hard.  Change is always about leaving something behind.  I miss many things about our previous home -- little things of course, but important to me in their familiarity and dear-ness.  What is life when you are small, or a mother, then just simply those little things.   The girls miss our daily walks -- no sidewalks have made them unlikely to work well for us. (Actually, I did try walking with all three -- one strollered, one scootering and one biking.  No matter how many times I said "be on the side of the road!" they could not seem to manage that . . .) Turtle cried one day about how Mommy and Daddy's bed wasn't "comfortable" any more in this house.  Rosebud asked me even this morning if "when we are all done at this house, can...