I have a daunting task ahead of me this week.  This week, I will be packing up our home that we have lived in for the past year and preparing to move to our first home.  I am happy, I am sad, I am overwhelmed, and I am nostalgic.

L learned to walk here.  She started talking here.   She grew out of her highchair and into a booster seat here.  This was our first house.  Our landlord was lovely.  Unfortunately, she passed away in December of last year and the new landlord has recently taken over.  It just isn't the same.  We are quickly outgrowing this house.  So, it is time to go on to bigger and better things.

I was thinking about all of this this morning while I was browsing Instagram, and a woman I follow posted the above quote as a caption on one of her photo's.  (Sidenote:  Her family is doing something so amazing!  Her, her husband, and their four kiddos are traveling the country for the next six months with a trailer in tow.  They sold most of their belongings and set out on Monday on their grand adventure.  If that isn't living life, I don't know what is!  Check out Joy and keep track of their amazing adventure here.  So inspiring!)

We are finding ourselves at the beginning of a new adventure and, while it certainly has been a roller coaster and scary, we need to give hope a chance to float up.  So, here I go off to pack up a few boxes, all the while giving hope a chance to float up!