Balls

When we were house hunting it became quite apparent that Abby was in a ball-loving stage. We joked that we should play a little game of "Where’s the ball?" because if there was one ANYWHERE on the property our little girl would spot it and comment excitedly, "ball! ball!". It could be in the backyard. It could be tucked under the stairs in the dark. It could be hidden in the recesses of the garage. Wherever it was she would spot it. In fact, at times it seemed that she created them in her head as we couldn't see them anywhere.

There are days when this whole process seems completely overwhelming to me. There are days when I think it would just be so much easier to stay in an apartment indefinitely. There are days when the thought of how much everything costs makes me choke back tears. (And we've only just begun.)

But then I just try to think of a certain brown curly-haired little girl with big eyes who will now have a backyard to play in.

And, honey, there will be balls.