Goodbye, Hello

We will call this place our home,
The dirt in which our roots may grow.
Though the storms will push and pull,
We will call this place our home.

We’ll tell our stories on these walls.
Every year, measure how tall.
And just like a work of art,
We’ll tell our stories on these walls.

Let the years we’re here be kind, be kind.
Let our hearts, like doors, open wide, open wide.
Settle our bones like wood over time, over time.
Give us bread, give us salt, give us wine.

A little broken, a little new.
We are the impact and the glue.
Capable of more than we know,
We call this fixer upper home.

With each year, our color fades.
Slowly, our paint chips away.
But we will find the strength
And the nerve it takes
To repaint and repaint and repaint every day.

Let the years we’re here be kind, be kind.
Let our hearts, like doors, open wide, open wide.
Settle our bones like wood over time, over time.
Give us bread, give us salt, give us wine.
Let the years we’re here be kind, be kind.
Let our hearts, like doors, open wide, open wide.
Settle our bones like wood over time, over time.
Give us bread, give us salt, give us wine.
Give us bread, give us salt, give us wine.

Smaller than dust on this map
Lies the greatest thing we have:
The dirt in which our roots may grow
And the right to call it home.

- "North" // Sleeping at Last

At the end of May, we said goodbye to our little house on Saint Nick.  It was the house where I began adulthood, where I began this blog!  It was the house I brought a husband home to, we brought our first baby home to, we brought our second baby home to.  So many happy memories made and lessons learned there.

And we began a new chapter in a different part of our same great city.  We love our new house, with its old bones and history and new paint and wide open spaces.  We love living in midtown with all its great food and its proximity to many of our favorite places.  We love a fresh start, with promise and hope and blank pages.

We've been "cracking the spine" of this new book this past month.  Turning the first page.  Thanks for being patient as we deal with the boxes and stress and change and newness.  (Because we all know "turning the first page" is a pretty way of saying you're unpacking box after box and figuring out what tripped the breaker for the air conditioner and eating boxed macaroni & cheese until you figure out how to afford curtains for every room! [laugh/cry emoji])

We're still waiting waiting waiting on that ever-important call.  I'll post more about Brooklyn soon.  In the meantime, thanks for your continued prayers for Brooklyn and this crazy 2015!

Photo courtesy of the one-and-only Stephen Jerkins