I got this text from Nick this morning:
"This is a very important day for our family. I'm glad you and I are doing this together."
And I texted back:
"xxoo"
My heart was about to burst with excitement and anticipation, I couldn't even put all my feelings into words. I wanted to drive by the farm once more that morning, before it was ours, to feel that pang of desire one last time. But with the city wide garage sales and nap schedules, I never did make it out there before the closing.
Closing was at 4pm, and Grandma Sue came to watch the kids. We were nervous and excited, and were just hoping things would go smoothly and quickly. We were there with our mortgage lender, and then five of the six sellers and their spouses. It was a lot of people. We were grateful that they separated us from them to sign the paperwork. We had to meet with them again briefly at the end so we could get the keys. We sat through many more of their reminiscing stories, while all the while I was watching the clock tick by as I just wanted to get out of there and go run through our land! I wanted to drink in the freedom that it was mine, that I could go anywhere or do anything!
We stopped back home to pick up the kids, then we headed to the farm as a family. We opened that van door and told the kids to run. I will always remember their shrieks and their running around with arms wide open. It is mine. It is his. It is theirs. It is ours.
