Crunch time. We’re getting married in just a few short days.
Tomorrow I start the serious moving process….my clothes. Some furniture has already been moved over. Books. Movies…all that’s left is a few things I need daily, a bed, clothes and a dresser. The house Kyle and I will be living in is already home to me. He’s been living in it since the end of July and leaving gets harder every day.
After tonight, there will only be 3 nights left here at my parents house. A place I’ve called home for just over twenty years. We’ve lived in the same house since I was a year old. To say I have a lot of memories here would be a total understatement…Growing up homeschooled on top of having a mentally challenged brother means you spend A LOT more time at home than the average child.
I cut my favorite pair of pink shorts climbing over the fence that’s no longer in the back yard when I was about 5.
I “helped” daddy put up the pool in the back yard when I was 7.
I got my first cat, dog, bird and hamster here.
Me, Hannah and Aubrey painted faces on the back deck, turned the dining room into a tv show set, played in the woods and down at the creek.
Me and Andrew played countless hours of N64 excitebike and super mario. We created clubs in the woods and we tried to convince our parents to pay for pictures we made.
Andrew came over here when Aunt Titia was in labor with Ryan.
Me, daddy and Brandon have stayed here on our own waiting for mama and Isaac to be able to come home from the hospital after he was born.
In this house, I watched my brother have seizures every single day. In this house, I watched my parents pray over him. And in this house, God had mercy on our family and began a healing process in Brandon.
In this house, I have slid down the hallway in socks to crash into a mountain of pillows, I’ve gone down the slide to land in a pile of leaves, I’ve cried myself to sleep, laughed until I’ve cried, I’ve learned, I learned to cook, clean and do laundry here. I’ve learned how to move on and let things go. I’ve prayed, I’ve learned to read and I’ve gotten up early to read the bible.
But….God has blessed me with a new home. The home isn’t a house. It’s a person. He’s my best friend. We cook together, we clean together, and we laugh until our stomachs hurt. We cry together, pray together, and we learn together. I’ve learned more about myself since I’ve known Kyle than I ever have before. He was made to understand me. God created me to trust him like I’ve never trusted anyone. He knows exactly how to pray for me and when to comfort me.
There’s no doubt in our minds that he has everything that I thought I was missing before. God gave Kyle everything He knew I would need one day. I’m so glad those days are finally here!