This is our house….the one on the left with the cream (not yellow) porch.
As excited as I am to move, I realized this morning that I’m also a little bit sad and maybe that’s why I’ve procrastinated packing up. As much as this condo has brought me many days of stress from noisy neighbours to cramped play space for Johannes. Its also the only house we have knows together, the three of us. This loft is the only place Johannes has known to be home and he won’t even remember it when its all said and done.
We’ve outgrown the loft, but that means that we have GROWN in the loft. This is the loft where we created Johannes’ perfect nursery. Where I laid in bed pregnant dreaming of what he will be like, smell like…sound like. Where we brought him to from the hospital. Where he took his first steps and said his first words.
Maybe its in part sadness that Johannes is turning two that make this move more difficult. I think my feelings are a little confused. But none-the-less we are looking forward to what the new house has to offer and to experiencing all new memories together.
This week I gave Johannes his first hair cut. He’d been fighting the process for so long and would not allow anyone else to touch him that he left me no choice but to chop it off myself.
This week was also the first day where I could smell spring in the air. Maybe it was wishful thinking but I could swear it smelled a little bit like spring.
And there was nothing quite like seeing the excited look on Johannes’ face when he saw his dad as he came out of his classroom. He is used to only mom coming to get him. Seeing dad was an extra special treat and he had the biggest smile on his face. Priceless.