I woke up in the middle of the night last night with my stomach in knots and my heart racing in my chest- a sure fire sign of an impending panic attack. I laid in bed staring at the wall, willing the panic to go away, but that’s not the way it works, it just has to run its course. Tim always tells me I can wake him up, but he was getting his first good night’s sleep all week so I let him be.

The thought of what we had done earlier in the day, with purchasing the house, made me start to doubt we had made the right decision, but even those thoughts were lies. This is my experience with every large life decision and I know from experience I just have to ride it out. I’ll be anxious for a few weeks, but then it will settle down. 

To be honest, I’m incredibly excited. This house is absolutely beautiful and something Tim and I could never dream to do on our own. (Ever) we drove up to it this morning and the yard and house we covered in a thin coating of snow. The moving truck was outside and the movers were already bring in my parents’ furniture. We spent the day helping with the unpacking and keeping the kids out from underfoot. Tonight Tim, me, and the kids will spend the night. Tomorrow we will do a little more arranging before heading home. 

We didn’t get to celebrate Tim’s birthday today, but from what I can tell his day was pretty amazing. The kids are sleeping now and I’ll be going to bed soon too. Going to bed here… in my house. 

Today was a good day. A very good day indeed.