John is excited about one particular house we're looking at Up North. It's a log home with 20 acres of woodlands, on a bike trail, a couple of small outbuildings, one of which he's already named his fort.
We were talking last night about moving. He says he's scared and excited at the same time: "I want to move, and I don't want to move, you know?" I told him I feel the same way. But it was hard not to cry in front of him when he asked, quietly but earnestly, "Mom? Will I even remember this house?"