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While it is no secret, here, that our family is moving, the decision has been a private knowledge in our daily lives. Slowly and intentionally, with an emphasis on more intimate sharing, we have begun telling our friends the news. It is a slow process, one we have not hurried for the emotions of each telling. The rush of nerves and anxious excitement, we swing high with our joy and low with inevitable loss.

The balance of our emotions is a happy anticipation, but the broad sweeping arcs of enthusiasm and sentiment pull at our energy. It was our daughter who recognized the physical and emotional exhaustion in this process and created a simpler expectation of one telling per day. At this rate, it was unavoidable that the news might announce itself.

Monday a sign appeared in our yard. It was anticipated and still unexpected; a premature proclamation that quickly interrupted our intentions with a louder presence. In some ways, it made room for necessary telling; creating space for conversations we couldn’t seem to begin. In other ways, the abrasive and impersonal interruption to the landscape of our silence was overwhelming for those we would have preferred a gentler introduction to our announcement.

Either way, it has become official. The rhythm of our telling has changed, but our joy is a little less obscured in the open.

Tagged: Moving, Musings