And reality hits.

Tonight, Jeff and I held our boys on the hotel couch while they cried their eyes out. They miss their friends. They miss Uncle Curtis and Auntie Bernice. This trip is no longer a fun adventure.

And let me just tell you that there's not a whole lot more heartbreaking than big, huge tears streaming down my children's cheeks.

The good news is that we close on the new digs tomorrow. We are praying for sweet new friends for our kids. And, hopefully, the adventure of a new house will keep their little minds occupied for a bit.

We also have the fun of guests to look forward to. The first ones are set to arrive next weekend. So, when are YOU coming for a visit?

Heart.....

is hurting.
is heavy.
is excited.
is happy.
is sad.
is scared.
is going to miss my Bernice and Curtis and Doug and Sue and Brandi and Nicola and Kelly and Robin and Jack and Gerri amd Kari and Jordan and Sheri and Trevor and Joylaine and Janelle and Jen and Chelsey and Cheri and Erin and Brittany and Bud and Marlene and Caroline and Kara and Colin and Tara and Jeff and so many more that I'm too tired to remember and yet I still can't sleep at 1:50 AM.
Thanks, Calgary. My heart is still here.

We're on our way, Denver. Look out.

More Lasts

                                    

Our last Canada Day spent in Canada. (Hat and cups courtesy of our friends, Doug & Sue.)

Sam's last guitar lesson with, we think, the coolest guitar teacher ever.

The last day of school. Silas, with his wonderful teacher, Mrs. B.

                                      

One of our last dinners out with our beloved Auntie and Uncle. My stomach is literally in knots when I think about living so far away from these people.

We are enjoying, in a bittersweet sort of way, our last days in Calgary.