Well, just two more sleeps in the house into which we brought our babies. And then we'll move to the house from which we'll presumably see them go. Wouldn't you think? God willing?
This has been our first marital home, the boys' only home, the third house I recall living in, and the second I have owned. On Monday I will have owned five cars and lived in four houses in my whole life.
It is a strange time. Exciting, exhausting, God-filled, and strange!
Thank you all for reading along with fraise lachrymose. Blogging has been a huge part of my life in this house over the last few years. Blogging coincided with my leaving full-time work and embracing the renaissance of the cult of domestic woman. Not that I was any good at it, but I did hug it happily!
There will still be fraise, if the computer survives the move. (If I survive the move.) I'm thinking more along the lines of A Partridge in a Pear Tree; bet you're singing that now! That's what I got for Christmas this year- a partridge in a pear tree. The partridge (knitted chicken) came from MK, and the tree came from Prince Charming.
The pear tree, and the partridge, are coming across the road. The strawberry bed unfortunately has to stay. I'll be planting lots more strawberries along with us at By The Pear Tree, but they'll take a while to settle in. Maybe the strawberry analogy still works!
It's not such a lachrymose land, my land, anymore. Even given Mum's illness this year, Mattman's Big Test, Mum and Dad's moving last month, us moving this month. It has been hard work and it has been busy, but it's not so lachrymose as before. I think the difference is that maybe, finally, perhaps, I might be learning a little bit of faith.
Trust in the Lord and do good; dwell in the land and enjoy safe pasture. Delight yourself in the Lord and he will give you the desires of your heart.
Psalm 37 has been our story since February half-term. God speed with all your stories this weekend and beyond. We'll see you across the road- you might need to bring your own cup...