I normally don’t like endings; like the ones from books or movies. When I read a book I really love, I don’t want it to end. I want the story to keep unfolding, I want to know what’s next. The same goes for movies; unless there’s a sequel (like Marvel Movies or Star Wars), once it’s over you have to leave the theater or if you’re Gen X like me, rewind the VHS tape. If it was a sad movie, you’re left with all the feels and those can linger for days!
But sometimes it’s good to have an ending, a finale. This week I came to the end of something that may seem insignificant to some but to me? 13 years ago it was MY beginning to blogging. This week I made the conscious decision to let my first domain, the one that started it all… EXPIRE.
Y’all. I’m fine with it. It was time. I rebranded a few years ago and even then, I knew one day I’d have to move on from Chaos in the Country, I just didn’t know when or quite how to do it. But I’m genuinely happy I did. It feels like I just lost 50 pounds.
Of course I exported the entire site and all its content. Some of it still lives here in the archives, or it may live somewhere else in the future. There are 13 years of content to sift through so I’m taking my time and really looking at what will be useful as I move forward.
A couple of years ago I thought I had come to another end when I reached the point in motherhood where I no longer had little ones run around the house. With my youngest now 13 years old and probably a good five inches taller than me, it felt like my days of bedtime stories and playing pretend was something I’d have to wait until I had grandchildren to do again. However, this week we added a new member to the family when I became an emergency foster parent. And honestly? My heart is so full.
This is something I never thought I’d do, trust me! But I knew a family who needed this and when they asked, I ran to OCS and began the process. I didn’t even stop to think twice. We are already very familiar with the family and I know in my heart this is something I am meant to do for them. I can’t say much more other than now begins the process of becoming a licensed foster parent. The hubby and I discussed it at great lengths and he agreed. Have I ever told you that I have the most patient husband? He has to be to be married to me!
So here we are, back in the trenches of bedtime stories, big imaginations, even bigger giggles, and Legos.
How was your week? Anything exciting to share?