First Sigh of Relief

We are home. 

I slept late.

I feel relaxed. 

The auction is over.

The house is nearly empty.

The sale papers are signed.

Just waiting for closing.

Just waiting to sell the acre on Beloit-Snodes Road.

Honestly. I feel like a weight has lifted from my entire body.  When I walked in the house at 1330 Barnes Drive on Tuesday evening, it hit me just how much stuff was left.  As Mark the Auctioneer said, it looked like a bomb had gone off.

When we returned on Thursday afternoon, the 'bomb' had exploded in the back yard, the side yard under the tent, the front yard where we sat like hillbillies on the living room couch, and in the drive.

But eventually the buyers came and the items made their way to their vehicles to be taken to their new homes.

And the 41 Chevy went to Millersburg.

And the house will have two little girls living in it.

Even the clean up on Friday, while more massive than I expected, wasn't as bad when Kylie and her dad and the man with the blue t-shirt helped haul things up the hill and toss them into the dumpster. Once I  accepted the 'no one will want this' attitude and pitched items into the dumpster myself, more of the weight disappeared from my shoulders.

No tears as we left the house.  In fact, I didn't even think about that.

No tears as we were driving home.  In fact, I didn't even think about that then either.

No tears now, as I sit in my house and enjoy the feeling of relief that it is all nearly over.

Yes, I think I will be able to shut the door on that part of my life and move on.  Memories will sustain us.  No one can take those away.

And when I look at what lies ahead, I have to smile. And be excited!

I walked into Landon's room last night and he was sitting in Grandpa Norm's chair. Grandpa Norm's light was on.  He was making a card for a friend at Grandpa Norm's drafting table.  And he smiled at me and told me he loved me and he was glad I was home.

I went downstairs and Tessa ran to me and hugged me and told me she was glad I was home and she loved me.  

And Owen reached out his BBQ covered hands to give me a hug and smiled his toothy grin and leaned over to give me kisses and i know he loves me too.

That is what is important to me right now.  Those three, the little red-headed boy who lives down the road from them, and his little sister who will be born on October 12.

Oh..and their parents.  The best daughters I could ever hope for and a husband that has been my support and my rock through all of the process.

Ready to move on to the wonderful, fun, and happy days ahead. And breathe more sighs of relief.