I felt a small knot in my throat all day today. Mostly, because as I was taking down the last of my Christmas decorations, I knew that it would be the last christmas we would celebrate in this home and in Florida, for that matter.
Depressing...I know. This post is a bit of a downer, my dear bloggy friends but this is something that we as a military family face from duty station to station. I kept thinking of all the great memories that we've had in this house, like, bringing our third baby home. How the top of boy wonder's head just barely grazed the kitchen counter when we first moved here and which now rests his chin. Girl wonder learned to walk and talk here and her little head, now, grazes the counter. Finally, baby Nina is in the crawling stage and will be walking before we leave. Our children will miss the freedom they have in this neighborhood to roam and play as they do. So, will I.
We've been lucky to have found this little slice of paradise behind the gates of our small community. I will cherish the precious moments.