This article, entitled We are Thankful comes from Jessica Rassette at bubandteebs.com.

Yesterday evening I was making dinner and Bub and Teebs decided to play restaurant. They climbed up onto the kitchen chairs, with Bub's legs dangling closer to the floor than Teebs' little in between legs. In between little baby and little boy. And they ordered their food.

"Mommy, I want some fresh strawberries. Please. And some ninny. In a cup, with NO straw."

Because he is so big.

And then he went back and corrected himself:

"I mean, Restaurant People. Restaurant People I want some ninny. Cold, no lid, and no straw. Please. And some for my friend, Little Man."

Ninny is our word for milk. And "Little Man" is Bub's words for Teebs. So I delivered the freshest sliced strawberries, and the coldest ninny in the fridge to their table. I used to be a waitress, so it was no big deal.

Except---it was a big deal. It was the first time Bub had invented this game in our kitchen and the millionth time I had thought we are leaving this house. A few weeks ago we sold our house. And just this Mother's Day, my wonderful Tom bought us a brand new one. And I've entered this sappy middle ground where I want our new house SO BADLY, but I still need time to appreciate the memories in this one.

So this evening we had some family over.

And Tom and I forgot about the closing dates and the empty cardboard boxes waiting to be filled. And we just enjoyed.

We just enjoyed family, and time. Time to soak up every second we have spent in this house, all of the memories, and all of the blessings it gave us.

In their little baby ways, I think my babies understand soaking up. Soak up that life, babies, soak it up.

This house, in so many ways, changed my life. It gave me my babies, it gave me my husband, and there are moments and memories around every corner. Sometimes I want to freeze time and shout "see! see how much this moment matters, and this moment adds to every moment and turns into my life!"

Moving has made me grasp harder at the notion that every time in every space matters. And every memory matters. And how we are blessed enough to be moving to a new house in a few weeks. And how I can't even begin to imagine the brand new memories we will have in this brand new house.

Like black bottomed feet on warm concrete.

And the beauty of cousins, and family, and friends. And warm, warm evenings.

But of everything that I can't even begin to imagine, I can't even begin to imagine our potential. Of what we will become. Of how we will better. Better at accepting the terrible times, and better at appreciating the good times. And better at believing that every moment is a memory, and it all matters more than we can even imagine.

We are so excited for these next few weeks of packing and hauling and moving. And with two little Bub and Teebs in tow, it won't be easy, but the sweetest things never are. And there is a whole life of sweet, sweet new memories tugging us into our new venture. We are excited, but above all, we are thankful.

Read more from Jessica at bubandteebs.com