Home is Where the Heart is

Well, once again , we plan to close on our house and the new one this Friday. Things are looking pretty positive and I think it will go off without a hitch. In the mean time, I've been packing fast and furiously. Hannah is a great help labeling each box for me. Drew is frustrated he can't be here to help out (yeah right!!) I keep telling myself, "You can do this..you can do this." In cleaning out old things and going through pictures, I've really enjoyed the packing process. It has made me think about what a home really is. In the short 9 years we've been in this house..it has certainly become a "home" for us. Somewhere we all feel good and safe. Hannah's first steps were taken here, she learned to ride her bike with no training wheels in the street out front, we've grilled out many a night with friends and popped at least a million fireworks in the driveway. In the living room is where we prayed with Andrew and Matthew when they were 8 and asked Jesus into their heart. The ditch in front of the house has about 1,000 hours of playtime in them..and also the place Drew tore his ACL trying to get away from yellow jackets! This is the place that I clung to when Drew was in Iraq...and the place he came home to. We've celebrated so many birthdays, anniversaries and holidays in this house. As thrilled as we are to start a new chapter in our lives with this new house...the "home" on Auburn Drive will be missed for a good while I'm certain. For these last few days we have here..even though surrounded by walls of boxes..and Drew in Georgia...I'm making the most of our "home"!!! It's where my heart is today.