As I sit here eating my Jack in the Box "oh so naughty" cheeseburger and fries at 8:30 (I had a shoot, drove straight home to put my kiddos to bed, and so now I'm finally eating). Anyway, I realized something... I have been kind of MIA on this blog. Now I know Sarah the photographer has been here a lot in terms of showing you recent shoots, but I, Sarah- the mommy, wife, friend & girl hasn't been here. And don't get me wrong, my photography is such a huge part of me that it IS me in so many ways, but then again it's not in so many others... does that make any sense??
But about a month ago I had a rather large run in with my "girl" side that I swore to myself I'd document on my blog, but I haven't... so tonight I will.
So going back to a month ago as we were moving out of our condo... Derek and I bought our place back in the beginning of '06. It was a decent condo that we spent LOTS of time, energy and money on to fix it up, but it was time to move for many reasons...1 being that Raylee could only sleep in a bathroom for so long before she started to notice. :) It was just a little 2 bedroom place and Jackson couldn't handle the responsibility of sharing a room, so she ended up in the bathroom every night. And our business had grown WAY out of it's little corner of the living room over the last 3 1/2 years; but I am on a rabbit trail.... so I will now meander back to my girl moment story...
One night Derek was moving stuff, and most rooms were pretty empty so I decided to start sweeping the floors. As I was just mindlessly staring down at the dark brown laminate I started having these flashbacks of significant things that had happened on each spot I swept over. As I swept in the kids room I remembered what it was like to paint the room blue in anticipation of Jackson being born, and then watching Derek learn to change diapers in that room, and then to sweep over the corner of the room where Jack would so often play with his cars... I started getting a little emotional. What the hey? I am not really a crier, but wow was I fighting the tears at this point!
I moved to the living room where I swept over the corner that we put our Christmas tree in the first year we lived there. I laughed thinking about how adorable Jackson was at that age, and I smiled as I swept over the area where our coffee table was and thought of the countless times we'd shared time with friends over dessert or a game on that table. As I swept by the fireplace the tears started sliding down my face a bit because I pictured that proud look on both of my babies faces that first time they figured out how to climb up that one step to sit on the hearth. Oh they are so cute!
Here they are having a moving day picnic.

But as I started sweeping the area between the living and dining areas the tears really started to flow because that is the spot that Derek and I had the joy of watching both Jackson and Raylee learn how to walk. Why was a baby all stumbly and uncoordinated SO incredibly precious?!? Because it was my little ones all stumbly and uncoordinated, and it hit me as I was now not just sweeping the floor, but mopping it a bit with my dropped tears, that I was really sad to be moving. This little place had really become our home. We brought both our kids home from the hospital there, we watched them learn to walk and talk, We grew our business out of the little desk in the corner, and we shared 3 of our 5 married Christmas's there.
Whew! I'm getting a little emotional again just thinking about all this. Amazing how a place can hold so much, yet mean so little when it really comes down to it.
We now live in a new place, and we'll probably live in many more "homes" as a family, but none will hold the same emotion as the first place Derek and I made a home. Thankfully though, all the joy, excitement, sorrow, laughter, hope, and love we experience as a family comes with us to each new place we call home.
Here we are all tired and disheveled in front our our little condo.