Especially on days like today, where I lazily pull it up to check out what I was doing 1, 2, 3 years ago and then BAM the picture is like a kick in the stomach.
I remember this exact day, this exact moment, two years ago. I remember sitting on a balcony with my husband, a balcony that overlooked a town completely foreign to us. I sipped a much-needed beer and we talked at length about whether or not T should accept his job offer, whether or not we should pick up our little family of three and move to a town we'd never even heard of.
I remember exactly how I was feeling. Unsure. Scared. Excited. Anxious. The thought of moving to Georgia felt so surreal. Would we really do it? Could we really do it? Were we supposed to do it?
If I was being honest with myself, I had already felt a little nudge from God... I felt him there, on that balcony, in my heart. Before our conversation was even finished, before we even uttered the words, "Omigosh... Let's do it..." I knew we were going to make the move.
And now, two years later, I cannot imagine my life without the memories we've made here in Carrollton. Without our sweet E who likely would not be here had we not moved. And without some of the most incredible friends I've ever known... Friends who truly make me feel like I'm home. <3
The saddest friend! But so happy you're so happy.
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