So it begins! Our first big piece of furniture was hauled away by our friends. Tears were shed, memories were remembered and a vacant hole needed to be filled where the small couch had resided. ••• Swipe to the next picture you can see our 6 year old daughter mourning the loss of a barely used couch. Ultimately, it wasn't about a couch. It became real to her yesterday that we are moving. The past five years she has only known one house. All of her memories lie in this abode. Out of respect, we let her grieve her loss. After an hour, I came out with a tent for play. We filled that empty space with fresh memories. The next few weeks we expect more of the same. Something will leave our house. We will grieve it. Then we will fill it with new memories•••
This morning, Charis came to us with a surprise. She drew a picture. There wasn't a couch, toys or any other possesion. Not even a house. It was a portrait of the three of us together, smiling. I think she will be okay. I think we will be okay.