June

Sometimes I just don't have much to say. Other times, so much has happened that I'm not sure where to begin.

So I'll begin by saying this, this kid is stinking cute! He has been a real trooper as we've gone from place to place to place to place the last few weeks (moving from Richmond down to Knoxville, flying to SLC and then back and forth between Idaho and Utah--pictures of all these things to come later).

Brian has already gone back to Tennessee so James and I are staying with my parents for the next few weeks while he starts the hectic life as a resident and we wait to close on our house there. My parents got back from San Fran yesterday and brought us back some of their famous sour dough bread. I'm not sure if this was the best thing to give the little guy, but he seemed to enjoy gnawing at an end piece.

This kid loves bathtime (and chewing on lots of toys). We have to be careful where we put him these days. Next week he'll be 7 months old and is already on the verge of crawling (any day now) and rolls over and pushes himself up just about everywhere, including the tub.

He still doesn't have a lot of hair, but it is filling in ever so slowly and lightening up by the day. I think we'll have a blonde little boy on our hands soon!

So this is it?

Where to begin? As I type I am sitting on the floor of our empty living room. There isn't a chair in sight. Just a few hours ago our gracious friends and neighbors helped us pack up our belongings. Besides a few stragglers, our house is basically vacant. Every time I talk my voice echoes across the empty floors. I don't like it one bit. Our house isn't our home anymore. Coming back from vacation to a house filled with packed boxes doesn't exactly make you feel at home and over the past few days I have been struck by the overwhelming sensation that I won't feel at home any place for awhile. Virginia has been my home for the past six years. I have mixed feelings about leaving. I don't want to leave, but at the same time I know it's time to move on. When we flew back into Richmond from Orlando a couple days ago I already had a sinking feeling that we no longer belonged here. Brian graduated last week and most of his classmates have already left. I'll miss the friends we're leaving behind but I know that change is a necessary part of life. So here's to what's next--whatever that may be.

(Our camera is already packed, so I'll post pictures of graduation and Orlando later.)