Our Georgetown...our hometown...or at least the kids' hometown. We've been here nearly a decade. Embree was four and Reeves was 10 months when we made this our home. Brice has never know another place.
Now, we have plans to leave this lovely town...one of the reasons I chose HOME as our word of intention for the coming year. Our home will be in upheaval. As I write, we have no definitive dates for relocation, except Todd's start date in March. The kids and I are in limbo...obligations to tie up, a house to sell, a house to buy, a house to pack...no real-time date to mark on the calendar...just "late spring."
This year, more than any other I, thus we, really need to focus on HOME and the things that make HOME no matter where we are, where we live, or things we possess.
We finally told young Brice, last night, that we were moving to a new house in a new town. After naming all of his favorite things to make sure we were taking them, he cried awhile, then calmed down with the proclamation that when the people who move in this house move on, we can always come back. It breaks my heart that he has to learn so young the old cliche, you can't go home again, but he is young. In a year, he will love his new home and have friends at the new park. He will keep these memories in his heart and move on.
We will all hold Our Georgetown in our hearts as we move on.