gallamore west: What I'll miss {part three}

Sunday, March 27, 2011

What I'll miss {part three}

This burrito.
That's right... when we move, I will miss this burrito because that is a Farmer Boys "Buy one, get one free so I'll have two with bacon and salsa on the side please" burrito.  It's become a Thursday morning date with Sam after we drop off Jake at preschool.  And sometimes Tuesday morning, and also the occasional Saturday night.  In second thought though it's probably a good thing that I won't have my daily frequent breakfast {at any time of any day} habit so readily available.

My boys' school.  
Pretty sure our kiddos think we're being cool moms by letting them stay and play on the grass for an hour or so every day after school, but really this is Mama Therapy.  We joke about how we are going to bring lawn chairs someday as we stand there where we can keep an eye on our kids running around collecting snails and dandelions {Mommy, here's another flower for you!} while we laugh and joke, console and cry... and I can't even put into words how much will miss this part of our daily routine.  "Two more minutes and don't get your knees dirty!" and then we talk for twenty more minutes.  I know that first day {and week and month and more} that I pick up Sam from his new Kindergarten class and we go straight home without that play/mommy time it will break my heart a little.  

 My front porch.  
It's a weird picture because someone was driving up right then and I got embarrassed because I was in my pjs and taking a picture of my porch.  And then today I was out and about and thought that I should NOT have felt awkward about being on my porch in my pjs since it was pajama day for adults in public day today.  Seriously lady, are you really wearing your flannel pjs and hot pink fuzzy slippers to Subway? Sometimes I wish I had half of her confidence or lack of caring about what others think, not that that is what I'd choose to do with it if I had it.  But I don't have it and that's why this is such a weird angle of my porch.

Back to the door: I'm not talking about the bird poop from the bird that perches above it {watch out below!} Every time I pull into the driveway I peek over at the porch.  And I cannot even count how many times there has been a little something waiting there for us... cookies, Starbucks delivery, my favorite candy bar, 7-up and saltines when I had the flu, Dr. Pepper, homemade muffins, a package of diapers, books, pumpkin bars in a shoebox!, a shirt decorated for me... I could go on forever.  And that's just the things left on the porch.  The memories made inside this house have made it a home, something I longed for in the two homes we owned before this one and never quite felt.  

When I get sappy I never feel that I can express it like a quote I found from google so this is what I came up with...

“What you leave behind is not 

what is engraved in stone monuments 

{or breakfast burritos}, 

but what is woven into the lives of others.”

And now it's time to start purging and packing... and prepping for our moving sale that I've put off for weeks and now MUST be done on Saturday, April 9th.  Rain or shine!  Who am I kidding?  Not if it rains.


DecorandtheDog said...

Thanks for your nice comment on my blog!!

Good luck with the move!! I hate moving but it's a good excuse to get rid of a bunch of stuff you have been meaning to!

JBSquared said...

Stop it! You are making me too sad. I have lots of good memories of that house, too, and I will miss getting to come to it and see all the wonderful people inside. :)


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