Regret...and Someone Gets a Mustang

I hate that feeling when you know you made the wrong decision, it's too late to change it and so you must suck it up and move on. But...that is hard for me to do (the move on part). I am strong-willed and persistent. Surely I can turn the wrong into right and go back to what it used to be?

And "the what it used to be" would be our old house on base. I have whined a lot about this, but I just can't stand that feeling of regret. I guess everyone makes some really bad decisions at some point in their life...it's a part of growing up, learning and letting go. And yes, my last post wasn't a lie! I do love this house, just not as much as the old one.

I miss the little garden I worked so hard on and so, so many other things. Out of all the houses we have lived in, that one was probably at the bottom of the "nice" list and yet I was more attached to it than any other. Funny how the concept of home works sometimes.

Maddox got his birthday present early. It's so much bigger than I thought it would be and it scares me to death. Of course, it's his dream come true. Thanks to all the grandparents who made it happen!