This past weekend Bryon and I moved the freezer from my house to his house. While the kids and I will be living in an apartment until we are official, some of our things need to make their way to their new home.
As I drove behind B, I sat soaking it all in.
I soaked in this man moving me toward him, asking my children and me to be a part of him for always.
I soaked in the fact that the boys never want to ride with me anymore, always choosing to "just be boys" with Bryon.
I soaked in his dependable truck with 130,000 miles on it, which we later replaced the ball joints on together (okay, so I just removed and retightened 2 bolts, but I totally gave it hell).
I soaked in the gorgeous scenery and marveled at the beauty of God's great sky before me.
I soaked in the memory of God telling me that I needed to move exactly here.
I soaked in the fact that I really and truly must wash the bug guts off my window more often.