This is it. Our final goodbye to Verona Ridge Drive. My mind is spinning with memories and I have been an emotional wreck since the weekend. I truly don’t think it will hit me until I am gone and realize that I won’t be going back home to Verona Ridge Drive. Our move is SUCH a positive move for our family, but it has also been very sad for me to really grasp the idea of making this move without my Dad here. My Dad was the one person who always wanted us more than anyone to move back to Indiana. And now to be going through this whole process without having him here to share it with, well, it’s been so unbelievably hard. I’ve stayed up so many extra hours late this week thinking about him and what he would say about Marcus’ new job, our new house, Sonoma’s new gym, our new town, etc etc. I hate that we are moving back to Indiana without my Dad here to enjoy it and celebrate with us.
I’ve always heard that moving, death and having a baby are life’s 3 most stressful things to go through. And I believe it now that we are going through ALL 3 of them in less than a year. I know we will come out stronger, and that the move will be wonderful, but it’s harder than I could have ever imagined.
Verona Ridge Drive was home to so many memories. Memories of building our house, bringing home 2 of our 3 babies from the hospital, making the best friends and neighbors that were there for us through so much, Bunco, Book Club, Patio Crawls, Holiday parties, cookouts, runs and bike rides on the beautiful trails,our memories with our beloved dog Dixie, teaching Sonoma how to ride a bike, teaching the girls how to pump and swing, the swingset, my Dad, family get togethers, so many holidays and celebrations, our backyard, our patio, our playroom and SO much LOVE and LIFE.
“The heart remembers most what it has loved best.”