Moving

As we walked to school this morning, K pointed and said, "There's the new house! I'm excited to move to our new house." "You are?" I asked. "Yes," he said. "It will be an adventure. And maybe I'll have lots of friends in our new neighborhood." (He constantly asks me to tell him stories, and I had just finished telling him a story about how he was lonely at first in the new neighborhood but then found other kids to play with.)

Bless that boy. I felt so much better after hearing that. Not because I was worried that he'd be unhappy, but more because I had been feeling so pessimistic about the whole buying/selling/moving process. I've been trying to just make the best of it and not worry so much, but lately I haven't been succeeding. Hearing K get excited about moving made me start to feel a little excited too. He's right, it certainly will be an adventure.

On the way to school, we also talked about how birds fly south for the winter because they don't like the snow. He said, "I know, we can give them little bird shovels. Then they can stay here." I think our bird-shovel business will have to wait until after the move.