This month, out of the blue, so many things changed. Canaan started really laughing, rolling over, sitting up with a little assistance, and then as if this isn't enough, we are moving.
Stephen was offered a job that after days of (crying) and praying, we decided was the right decision to make. Leaving this home, these friends, this church did not come without much kicking and screaming. I feel so sad at some moments, angry at others, and am working towards feeling hopeful all the time. Hopeful. What a beautifully whole word for such a vulnerable feeling.
So, needless to say, this month has been crazy. Our house went on the market yesterday and the pit of my stomach sort of ached... We love this home. We picked every door knob, every every thing. Prayerfully the next folks feel this love.
I have been nervous to bring this up, not knowing how, but I am about to change things up around this space too. For the last four years, I have loved filling these pages with food stories. Now in a different season of life, my mind floods with things I need to write about motherhood, family, and of course, food. So, I am playing around with the idea of a new blog that's purpose reaches further than recipes. There will be more frequent posts and a diversification of theme. There is also the exciting possibility of a co-written blog that we (my secret cohort and I) are just beginning to discuss...
So, all good things must come to an end. But. To end, these things have to begin and that is where I want to be.
