Four years ago we moved into our house full of excitement, relief, hopes and reams for what could be. We didn’t know of the great struggle we’d endure, nor the great joy of the birth of our youngest daughter.
I can now say four years later that we’re outgrowing the house physically, but it’s still our home. It’s the place the children will most remember when they look back: the imperfections, the joy, the tears, the private life we lived alone as our own little family in the middle of the Pacific.
It’s at this anniversary that I sense a sea change coming; a shifting of the old to the new. Ahead of us is a great and powerful future.
It’s nice to mark the end of a beautiful era in our life with a little writing like this.