Packing Up the Dreams God Planted

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The pile in the living room has dwindled down as we have carted several loads over to our new storage unit. Praying, hoping that making this place look much better than it has with us living in it will make some dear soul want to own it.

It’s really a sweet house, our first house, just the right size for the two of us (and a baby, although it’s been a little more of a squeeze). I’m getting sappy as I think about leaving it–and even sappier going through piles of stuff as we move it out. There are some boxes that we hadn’t touched since we moved here 3 years ago.


In one of those, I found a stack of cards Mr. V gave me in college. Although I know he loves me in a completely different and deeper way now, he was obviously bananas over me pre-engagement and pre-grown-up life. I can’t believe the sappyness he was capable of writing (it’s very unlike him). (I have to add, he’s not the only one who’s stopped sending sappy cards. I’m definitely also guilty. In college I once wrote him a poem using candy hearts. We were disgustingly crazy about each other!)

Seven months after our first child was born and nearly five years of marriage later … I am sure we could use to recapture some of that early romance.

How do you do it? I’d love to hear some tips!

2 thoughts on “Packing Up the Dreams God Planted

  1. Jessie, congratulations on your husband’s job and all that is going to come with it. I hope your home sells quickly. We just sold our first house after being there five years and I was definitely sad about saying goodbye. I know we are within God’s plan for us, but I think of all the ‘firsts’ in that house and I get all misty eyed.

    I can commiserate packing up and moving all the stuff to storage. We did that too and it is definitely not fun. Poor Alana, when we finally get to our new house her ‘old’ toys are going to be like ‘new.’

    As for keeping up the romance, I just know that once Alana turned one, our marriage improved exponentially. I felt less guilty about leaving her for date nights and I know you know what I am talking about being a fellow working mother. We also make sure we turn the TV off and talk. If I feel connected to him, then romance will eventually follow. 😉
    Take care and I like reading your blog.

  2. I have no idea how to recapture that kind of romance. My husband wrote me letters and would go on and on about how wonderful I am and how much he loved me – back before we got married. But now? He informs me (when I ask him why he can’t “say nice things” like that anymore) that it just doesn’t come easily to him. Whatever. 😛

    I have to just remind myself that what we have now is much richer and more fulfilling than any sweet sentiments we shared back then. It’s real, it’s mature and it’s forever.

    And then I beg him once again to please read the Love Language book, because for crying out loud, would it kill him to use his words?

    Right. I’m obviously not the person to ask! 😉

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