Change is hard…

Mike and I have been dreaming for years about moving to the land in Georgia and building a home. We have looked at house plans and picked “the perfect one” many times as we tried to consider how to “be reasonable”, but have enough room for family, friends and whoever God sends our way. Dad named the property Camp Peace and Joy, and Mike and I both know it as a place of respite away from the “hustle and bustle” of everyday life. I have no idea what God has planned, but I want to be ready. Mike has been packing up, loading up, and taking up our things to the barn one load at a time on his own. Now that the time is near I find myself excited, but also sad. It is a bittersweet feeling to be leaving the house I have lived in since January 1st 1992. We had three boys when we moved in.; Chris was 5, Matt was 3, and Josh 11 months. I fell in love with the house the first time I saw it, and the large back yard was a bonus. Our house was a “spec” home, and every time we came to look at it they had done something new to try and entice a buyer, and it was always something I loved! The neighborhood was full of young families and lots of children. We had every kind of home sale party you can think of trying to get to know one another; Pampered Chef, Tupperware, Longenberger baskets, you name it, we got together to buy it! Our kids grew, and we added another one; Katie baby. This house saw slumber parties, birthday parties, graduation luaus, baby showers, a wedding reception, Cub Scout meetings and lots of holiday celebrations. This house has provided security through changes, hard times, and then new beginnings. It has been the constant in a life that wasn’t. We were able to provide mom with care, security and love here when she could no longer live alone safely across the street. We have lived through the ups and downs, tears and laughter that are all part of a life here in this house for the last 3o years. It wasn’t always easy, and my life here was not perfect, but I will cherish the memories made here for the rest of my life…https://drive.google.com/uc?export=view&id=1wDH24gZ6sAX54Wg6vSvqXJcsiJQPXXXj

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