Moving Forward

For what will be the last time at this house, Joe and I had our best friends over last night to watch the Wild game and grill out. They brought the steaks; I put together the cheesy potatoes (in which I remembered the cream of chicken soup this time). Three out of the four of us went to college together, so many times we reminisce about days gone by. The fact that guys have been best friends since they were born, also usually means reminiscing back to high school hockey or junior high shenanigans. Last night, however, our conversation turned to the future. The question was posed, "what type of parents will we be considering all four of us are so different?" And as we pegged what we thought would be our parenting styles, I smiled. This was the closure I needed to be able to move out of our first house next week. As much as the past is fun to reflect on, the future, and whatever it holds, is just as exciting to consider.