Moving

We're moving.  My feelings on this change daily, hourly, okay, by the minute.  In my head, I know it is for the best.  The dos far outweigh the don'ts.  Less driving, less stress, closer to work, the barn, friends, etc. etc.  My heart however is heavy.  I'm leaving my home.  The place where LM and I came home to after two years in south Texas.  To say I was anxious to get back was an understatement.

We arrived home Mother's Day weekend.  It was gorgeous Spring in Tennessee, and there was my house waiting for me.  Relief is the only word I can think of when I remember pulling in the driveway after a two day drive pulling LM's little, Arabian, chestnut, gelding, Blaze.  

My house, my little house in Lebanon on 5 acres.  Where the view from the dining room of the the sunset every evening still stop me in my tracks.  Where my husband and I were married, and where LM has grown from a gangly little girl into a beautiful young woman.