Wow, it has been a whorl-wind month since we moved back into our home. It seems like there is never a dull moment. And I've been enjoying it more and writing about it less.
Sorry, but it seemed like the thing to do. I'm savoring the last few weeks that our family lives in this house.
This is the house where I became an adult.
Where my family and friends stood waiting for us after Michael proposed.
We came home to this house after our wedding.
We cried within these walls after the loss of our first pregnancy.
We cried with joy when we found out we were pregnant again - and again 2 years later.
This is the home we brought our children to after the hospital (52 days for him - 3 for her).
This is where first giggles emerged, first words were spoken, first steps taken.
This house is out home and it is filled with love.
So I'll likely be gone for a few more weeks while I savor the last days our family will share within these walls.
Then in August we will begin a new journey and make new memories within new walls.
1 comment:
Such a sweet post! I'm glad that you will always have great memories of your first house :-)
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