Last Thursday I hosted my last book group...
Sunday was our last first Sunday of the month...
There's discussion of who will fill my place in the Primary...
My running buddy is scouting out new partners...
All these things are just as they should be...and thus began the beginning of the end.
Things are beginning to wind down, well, not things so much as time.
We are running out.
People are telling me things I never knew.
I've always known how great Mike is, how amazing he is with the boys--his scouts--I have watched him influence lives and known that he is making a big difference.
But me? I'm just the supportive wife.
I've never thought I was anything nearly as amazing as sliced bread.
Maybe I never saw it in myself.
Maybe I wasn't looking.
Not really.
Don't get me wrong,
I know I'm good.
I know I'm good at a whole lot of things.
But, now that time is winding down and people are telling me things I never knew, I am realizing that maybe I am something pretty special too.
And it's nice.
That is something for me to work on...tell people things. Really tell them.
This whole beginning of the end thing, it's tough.
We are so happy about our decision to move.
It is absolutely the right thing for us and we are excited.
But...this whole beginning of the end thing, it's tough.
I am moving back to my home ward, but in so many ways I feel like this is the ward I have done the most growing up in. I was just a young thing, with two itty bitty kids, when we landed here. It was the first place we ever lived that I knew--for sure--that we wouldn't be picking up and moving again any time soon. We were putting down roots.
I feel like this is where I learned how to live life.
Sometimes good, sometimes bad, sometimes happy, sometimes sad, sometimes just blah...life is, well, life.
"My life has been a good one, with just enough heartache to make me really appreciate all the good and happy times that have come my way." These are the words of a lady I once knew, written in her journal.
I think that's how I feel about my St. G life.
It certainly hasn't always been easy, nor has it always been hard.
But, it has been a good one with just enough heartache to make me really appreciate all the good and happy times that have come my way.
For the record,
it's getting harder to
stick to my
'no crying until the middle of May'
rule.
it's getting harder to
stick to my
'no crying until the middle of May'
rule.
8 comments:
I got teary reading this post. You are an amazing woman. I remember when I first moved here (and didn't know you yet) people would always talk about you and say how awesome you were. I have to say, that as I got to know you I had to agree. Your moving will leave a big hole in our ward, in our book club, at our park days, and well...in everything really. But I am super happy for your new adventure. I know that Idaho will accept you guys with open arms. And it will become a better place just because your family is there.
Well then just buy a couple of boxes of tissues and let the floodgates open. I thought this post was beautiful. Just so you know.
Can't wait till we can get the house painted for you and get you guys up here already. The anticipation is killing me.;)
Change isn't easy. Thinking about you. This post made me tear up. You are amazing. I'm so glad I found your blog. Thanks for your support. I feel like I've found a friend I should have always had. All my best.
so much to say. but its officially the middle of May so we can cry now in public right? cuz there's been lots of crying in private. I guess that means I like you.
Wow... Enough said.
Best of luck on your move. Thinkin' about you.
this is the worst ending ever.
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