For the past couple of weeks now, I have been waking up to boxes all around me. Some are ready to be moved, some are still waiting to be packed.
This Thursday is moving day.
And with all of the excitement it is still a little sad to let go. My walls are bare now.. the kids’ rooms are no longer filled with character and identity. As more stuff leaves the house, more life is lost. I know these feelings will quickly pass as the excitement surfaces but my sweet little five year old is sad. Truly sad. And my heart is breaking. And I feel a heavy weight on me to find this hurting child of mine a home that he will love even more so.
Aidan and I went out one early morning to capture these. Not a single other person on the beach. Just the two of us. xoxo.