We're moving.

For the past three and a half years, we've had the privilege of renting the sweetest little yellow house in the country from friends. It has been even more wonderful than we could've imagined: the hardwood floors, the open layout, the gorgeous acreage, the sunroom. We're so grateful for the peace it's brought to our lives amidst our otherwise crazy schedules and commitments. I love that it will always be the home where we spent our first official Christmas as a married couple. It's where we found out we were pregnant. It's where we brought Liam home from the hospital. It's where we've learned a lot about grace and forgiveness and faith. So much has happened here in the past 3 years.

At the same time, our plan to move is an answered prayer. It had only been days since we had begun to specifically pray that God would move us into a new season (not knowing exactly what that would entail) - and He quite literally did. Our landlords are needing the house for office space, and it's the perfect setup for them. We've been flooded with peace as we received the news, and peace as we've just begun to hunt around for a new place. Where or how or what is next? We have no idea. We only know that we'll be saying goodbye to this house at the end of May.

We'd so appreciate your prayers in this transition... this moving-with-a-6-month-old-and-a-small-business transition. It would be so easy to feel overwhelmed.

And oh... the picture above? It doesn't seem to have much to do with moving, but I'm just realizing more than ever that they are my home. Wherever those two go is where I want to be.