I KNOW our move is what is best for our family. For Greg and I. For our kids. That our kids feel the love from aunts and uncles and cousins. More space. Financial freedom. For our aging parents. But, f*ck, if it doesn't feel like I am suffocating from sadness tonight. I feel I could burst into ugly cry at any moment and that is not the least bit pretty. Photo from my Sunday walks with one of my bestest girls. Every Sunday. For years. And years. And years.