I had previously mentioned wanting to move my parents closer
to us so that we could help them more; help them enjoy the things they love about life. We moved them. It was a very long week (okay more like a
month) of packing, de-cluttering, organizing, and stressing.
The day of “The Move” was long, hot and hard. It takes a village and in this case it took
approximately 15 people 14+ hours, but in the end they slept on clean sheets in
a made bed in an unpacked house eight blissful minutes away from us.
They live close (like come-for-dinner-and-go-home-let’s-not-make-a-night-of-it
close) and we recently had them over for dinner to celebrate escrow finally
closing on the sale of their old home. The kids and I made chocolate cake with white icing which is their favorite. My mom helped with SH1’s homework and instructed me on how to re-wash the couch cushion covers. My dad
tirelessly played hide and seek with SH2 and SH3. I made dinner and answered pages, accepted
patients from other hospitals, and talked to residents via phone while my
husband mowed the lawn. It was all very
pedestrian, perfectly pedestrian.
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The same private waterfall we took a photo at 10 years ago
The only thing changed about it was us |
It takes a village to raise 3 small humans, it take a
village to get homework done with SH1 when SH2 and SH3 want to play and dinner
has to get on the table but your physician wife doesn’t get home until 6:11pm
and she has had a very long day too. It
takes a village to downsize 66 years of life into a 2 bedroom town home. It takes a village to feed/shuttle/love/bathe
3 kids so my husband and I can go on a once in a lifetime 10 year anniversary
vacation to Maui WITHOUT small humans.
We brought SH2 a coconut purse (because she is a
“collector”) from Hawaii and she has not put it down.
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"This is my coconut purse, my Mom and Dad
brought it back for me from Huhwhyi.
Do you want to see what is inside?" |
She tells every.single.person she sees about
where it is from and how she became the proud owner of such a treasure. The coconut purse is breaking already; the
lining is coming away from the coconut.
I know nothing will replace this coconut purse and I have decided to
take a “come what may” approach to its eventual demise. SH2 is growing up; they all are. SH3 sleeps in a big girl bed and shares a
room with her sister and SH1 has a bunk bed in a room of his own. The nursery furniture was carted away by a
sweet couple who are excited to start a new chapter in their lives.
I am so glad that this all came at once, the move, the big
girl bed, the vacation, the Ikea 100000 piece bunk bed, and the reconnection
with the man I love. If not, I would
have cried on the floor of the empty nursery laying in the spot where SH3
ground Desitin into the carpet and wondered what was next.
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Two days before we sold this furniture I spent no less than 4 hours
attempting to get Desitin out of the carpet/ottoman. |
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| The smile on her face...grrrrrr |
My village supports me. My God sustains me.
For the first time in my life, “come what may” is not
welcoming the other shoe to drop, but ushering in a new chapter wherein things
are a little easier and I smile more. I
am in a really good place right now and I thought you should know.
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| Perfection in so many ways |
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