There was a little storm over Stillestead this morning
when we woke up.
Jane has been anxiously dreading this day for the whole summer:
Moving day.
Packing up her things, saying goodbye to her siblings, leaving
beautiful North Carolina, Stillestead in particular, and
attending school.
She knows it's natural and right; it's just a bummer.
Jane has always struggled with change. She tends to see it in a negative light.
I think this may be due to lingering PTSD from our accident as a child.
This is something she is working on.
So am I!
I hate it, too!
This change, this move, has been like a summer storm
swirling around us for months,
and today, it broke, and the rain came down.
She said her goodbyes to Gigs and Lottie.
Then Lottie showed Jane a few photos she had made
before sending her off:
It made us laugh and lightened the mood.
It's been fun playing Peter Pan this summer;
checking off the Hot Girl Summer list,
serving, exploring, and playing some more.
And now she has to grow up. Again.
