moving.

So after looking at my last post, I realized, its exactly 1 month to the day that we will be moving to the new place. We are moving on the 28th. No. I'm not ready. I'm not ready to move. I'm not ready to say goodbye to my old room. My old familiar street. I don't have much of a choice. I will be ready by the 28th, mostly because I will be sick of boxes.

I got a card from my first 'boys' today. God I feel old. My little Ben is 15 years old!!!!! Eek!! I can remember him stepping on ants with my brother and being impressed because my brother can step on so many at once. I remember Nicholas coming home from the hospital, so tiny. Now 13 years old, apparently girls think he's "hot" umm. NO! Hes just a little boy! I know he would DIE if he knew I was saying this but my goodness!!! We used to play with bubbles together. The look on his face when I told him to hit the birdie in badmitton, 'You hit the - birdie??!!!' They grow up too fast.