Reality.

I can't believe we are already moved. Our house that we've raised our daughter in for 3 years is just history. Everything happened so fast I didn't have time to cry or really realize what all this means. She came home to that house, took her first steps there, her first bath in a bathtub, said her first words...met all the people she loved there...what do we do? Forget it and move on? Cherish the time we had there and open our eyes to making new memories? I have that lump in my throat right now. I want to cry but I am also excited/scared about our future. Staying home with Brooklyn was like heaven (as I imagine it...) but it makes it even harder to go back to work now. I hope this all falls into place. I hope I feel better about it soon. I trust God has everything perfectly planned as he always does. It's just hard to see it sometimes.