These pictures were taken five years ago when we first moved here. We found this great spot just minutes from our house. We were trying to come up with a good photo for our first ever Christmas card. I think we decided on the top one.
Well, today is the big day. It's amazing that you can feel so many emotions at one time... Excited, nervous, happy, and sad.
I've been extremely reflective this last little while as I've been reviewing all the things-events-people met-experiences that have happened here in our little brick house.
This was the first real time we'd ever really been on our own.
This was the place I learned what it was like to rely completely on Aaron.
This is the place I realized how important cell phones were and how important it was for me to have support/love from our families back home.
This was the place that I started a blog to keep my old friends and family in the loop.
This was the place I learned how to be a full-time working member of society... Where I realized how wonderful it was to be in a great work environment. I loved the girls/women I worked with at the stationery store.
This was the place where it was acceptable and normal to use the word "y'all" in my everyday jargon. You know I capitalized on that. (I could do a whole post about how great that word is.)
This was the place where I learned how much I love the internet.
This is the place where I learned how to earn an income from home and started to figure out a work/life balance.
This is the place where I met so many great friends who have turned into family members.
This is the place where I learned how to comfortable, truly, in my own skin.
This is the place where I became a mom. twice.
This is the place where my life changed in so many ways, and this has been my home for 5 long/short/crazy happy/good years.
Am I weird for feeling so incredibly sad but excited at the same time? Am I lame that I want to take pictures of things like the bathtub to remember how many times I washed those little bodies in it? Am I silly for wanting to go over to every person that has been in our lives and give them a good hug and say "thank you"? Am I crazy that I want to push pause and stay right here for a little big longer in the place I have grown to love? Is it wrong to want to stay comfortable?
Maybe it is wrong. Maybe I am crazy. Actually, I am crazy. And schizophrenic too, apparently.
Basically, I just want to say thanks. Thanks to all of you who have made these past five years happy for me and my family.
San Antonio, you've been good to us. Real good.