So our family is in a bit of transition – the house we have rented for the last 13 years is now up for sale and we live day to day not knowing how long we will be able to live here.  It’s odd, we have truly made this our home.  We have clearly always known that we don’t own it, but the arrangements we have made with the landlord have been that we do the maintence and upkeep and pay reduced rent for doing so. 
The thought of leaving is strange.  We love it here and even with its quirks, it has been a perfect fit for our family.  We worked a ton to get it perfect for our wedding last year, we brought all of our kids (55 of them!) home here and despite the size and one bathroom we have made it work well.
If you know me, you know I’m not a fan of “limbo”  I’m organized to a fault at times, and like to have my ducks in a row.  I’m also not a fan of change, even though I believe that change can be a great thing.  A lot of me is in denial, I hear myself telling others that maybe it won’t sell and he will pull it off the market.  A lot of me wants to believe that will happen.  Another part of me thinks maybe this is the time we will find a perfect situation to live next door to my parents so we can help them/they can help us as things come up and be even closer than we are.  I would love that!
In all of this, we have been overwhelmed (there is no other word for it!) by the support we have been given.  The kind words of encouragement when we run into people at the store, kind posts via Facebook.  A friend even started up a fundraiser for us and it’s shocking that people are willing to donate to us staying in community and continuing to foster babies.  It honestly brings Dee and I to tears to think about how incredibly lucky we are to live where we live and to have so many amazing people in our circle.  We are truly blessed!
For now, we remain in limbo and doing all we can to shelter the kids from our stress and dreading calls from realtors asking to look at the property.