Paint in My Wedding Rings

It's happening. After 1 day on the market, our house sold. We are moving. Moving from the first house we lived in as newlyweds and the home Emily has grown up in. It's bittersweet. Sometimes I get a little teary thinking about leaving. It's been almost 10 years since Randy purchased our house and there are so many memories, too many to name but all hold a special place in my heart.

After a weekend of painting and sprucing up, I looked down at my hands while at work and noticed I had paint stuck to my wedding rings. I chuckled as I thought about how hard we have worked to get to this point-both to have our house on the market and as our life as a couple. How lucky I am go to through life with a partner who is as dedicated to me as I am to him and is committed to making a good life for our family.

We've cried, laughed and fought our way to where we are now. It's been quite a journey and who knows were God will take us next (especially considering that as I type this, we have yet to find a home to buy). Wherever it is, I know we will be alright and brighter days are still ahead.

Farewell, good house.