For Ryans birthday last month, I wrote him a little note
about our life together, and how much I love it. I talked about things we’ve learned and hard
things we’ve gone through, and mostly about our time living on the Tree Streets
in Provo. It wasn’t until he read the
letter that it hit me – we are leaving.
Briar Ave has become a “sacred space” for our little family, and
realizing that we will soon be leaving our nest hit me harder than expected. Many beautiful and difficult things happened
here.
Working from home has given me more time to sit and reflect
on the things I love about this part of life, and this area of Provo. I will especially miss:
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quiet walks and talks around our named loops
(ie. The ridge, Mckay’s, the trail)
-
seeing the Y trail from the front yard of our
home
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the unfair 2 minute walk to the nearby creamery
-
the recently bloomed cherry tree outside our
front window, and the apple tree out back
-
brightly colored tulips that let us know spring
is finally here
-
the red brick and white trim of our special home
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the 3 minute biking “commute” to campus for Ryan
-
silently still Sundays
There are days I panic and want to rewind and redo our last
three years, to relish all the moments of our growth together as a pair. But then, thinking of holding a brand new
baby boy that is ours has made the
eminent transition more acceptable – easier to swallow. I love our duo, but I know our trio will
bring an unimaginable happiness and sense of worth to our lives.