This was written a week ago...apparently I forgot to hit 'post'.
There is alot on my mind as I ponder the upcoming 11 weeks.
This morning my littlest rode his bike to school. He recently turned 4 and I found myself following along behind him and his big sister as they rode along the footpath together. Up to a week ago he wouldn't have been caught dead riding it. He hates manual labor and struggles a bit with his motor skills so when he asked to ride his bike a few days ago I jumped at letting him. The days are getting cooler making an afternoon walk or bike ride a bit more tolerable. He jumped on and rode around the block. I was FLOORED. Jerrod and I couldn't get over this giant leap from not being able to get his legs to go around in one complete circle to riding around the block with minimal help. Where did my little 2 year old go?
We showed up in Australia with a newly 2 year old strapped to my back on my ergo and a spunky ready to explore 4 year old running ahead. The time has flown by. My children have grown in leaps and bounds. I have found myself even reflecting on the person I have become over the past 2 years. I have changed so much as a friend, mother, a wife, and above all a woman.
I am finding it hard to put into words the mixed emotions I am going through. My heart is truly broken or is it torn? We have made a life here...a home.. We knew this would not last, We knew we had a deadline and for the 1st time knowing these things I threw caution to the wind and wound up finding a family away from family. You know the song Accidentally In Love by the counting crows...ya that happened! I have fallen head over heels for this town, for these people for everything about this place. It will truly break my heart to leave; but I also know we will be back...someday...and until then we will carry with us everything and everyone that has transformed us and made us who we are going forth.
