Teresa’s Blog

Much change is taking place in my life right now.

Daughter Katie is looking for a house to buy. Loves her new job with Tucker Realty. Filling our already too full garage with stuff for her house.

Daughter Sarah settling into her job with ATL at Eli Lilly Corporate. Also making plans to move into her own place.

Andrew, our son, finishes his degree in December after student teaching this fall. And then, he is getting married in May to a lovely girl named Michelle. Wedding plans are underway with a vengance, and I’m trying to figure out my role as Mother-of-the-Groom.

My wonder-grandchildren are growing and providing unlimited entertainment. Chloe is 2 and never ceases talking/singing. (O.K., she gets it honestly) Dylan will be 1 year old in 3 weeks and is mobile now and HUGE! Mom Amanda started a new job that she loves, and Dad Brian is ending a job that he . . .well it kept him in the work-a-day-world. That means that Brian will be taking over my job as caregiver for the wee ones. So. I’m going to be out of work.

My Dad is selling his house and has moved into an addition at my sister’s house. I thought I was handling it pretty well until we held the auction of all of his and Mom’s stuff and they got to the part where they said, “We’re going to auction the house next. ” That’s when I realized it was really going to happen. I never actually live in this house. (They started building it right after Mark and I married.) This was the house where my family gathered to celebrate all the milestones of life. Birthdays, Thanksgiving, Christmas, and the Fourth of July. I watched my girls tear-up as well when the auctioneer asked for starting bids. Hard. Tremendously hard. Hard for my Dad, grateful that my Mom doesn’t realize what is happening.

Mark is busy at work, as always, but at least trying to find a better balance. I think that he’s realizing that a lot of life has passed by while he was at the office. Transition of his own. Mark HATES change. Again, hard.

Me? I’m sad, excited, grieving, anticipating, reeling, standing on the Rock, and a little breathless. I remember when I was giving birth to each of our four children, that when I reached the ‘transition stage” I got very weepy. Unable to control what was happening but excited about the new life that was about to be born. I guess that is pretty much how I feel right now. Weepy, out of control and looking forward to seeing what is about to be birthed into my life.

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