here's the story

when chris and i started dating...courting...engaging...marrying...living together, he would always start his stories with 'here's the story' or 'the story is...' i have noticed after 14 years of marriage, i do the same thing. funny how that works, huh?

so, the story is this.

a couple of weeks ago we had an offer on the house. the contract was delivered. the price not agreed upon. the contract was not negotiated. we were a bit disappointed. we do have the house on the market. we do want to move. but i will admit, when they decided not to pursue the home, i was relieved and happy. we didn't have to really leave.

well, last week the realtor contacted us and told us the family wanted our house and agreed with our price and needed us out of the house the end of july.

friday night i cried. saturday morning i cried. we signed the deal and i cried. saturday night i cried. sunday i cried all during church.

does this mean i don't want to move? not really. i'm anxious to get on with this new chapter in our volumes of storybooks...but i can't believe we are leaving a home we love. a home we have created and enjoyed. a place on earth that is beautiful and warm and inviting and lovely. we have been so happy for the past 7 years and it's hard to think about leaving loved ones. packing up our happiness, wrapping it in newspaper, placing it in a box and journeying to a whole new world.

the only consolation is we are moving to open arms of family that can't wait to see us.

since we have to be out of our house in 4 weeks, we decided to throw us into our car, travel during the night to embark on our search for our newest dwelling. a brand new book to open and start writing. i'm sort of feeling a bit overwhelmed.

to. say. the. least.

so...that's where this chapter ends today. for the moment, i'm just folding the corner of the page over so we can finish later. we are off to see a house.

cross the fingers.