When I was young I babysat for a family that had a wall of family photos dating from the time the couple got married to the present. I love being able to see the growth of the family through the years. Since then I knew I would have my own family wall. Here's mine it was established twenty four years ago today.
I love my family wall and all the people on it and all that it represents. So today when I dismantle it and pack it away in a moving box my heart is filled with a strange mix of pride, love, sorrow, and anguish. My wall will move with me as it has for several moves, but at the end of this move it won't be going back up. It will stay packed. In my new home my family wall is going to take a new shape. A shape I really didn't plan on in life but one that is happening nonetheless.
But before I move on, here's an update from the past....
Over a year and a half has passed since my last post about the wedding of my oldest daughter. Since then I became a grandma! He's grown so much in the past five months.
Now my second daughter is going to be married in June.
My third daughter will be graduating high school the beginning of June. My boys continue to grow, one already taller than me and the other still trying. So you can see life has been busy and moving on. June will also be the month the kids and I move to Utah.
People often say when they move they are starting a new chapter in life. For me this feels like a change of a book instead of just a chapter. My first book has lots of wonderful chapters but as a flawed writer it also has lots of heartache. Yes I realize all life books do and I commend all the writers out there who are able to make it through life in one book.
Anyhow, the whole reason for this post is to help finish the last chapter of my first book as graciously and respectfully as possible. Thus this is the last post of "Live from the Hammlet."
Stay tuned for "The Escapades of Grandma Kim."
Good-Bye.