I’ve been trying for months to put into words how I feel about leaving our home of seven years.
Every milestone in their lives so far was accomplished in our home. We made lifelong friends. Careers were established. I was pregnant more often than not. New hobbies and talents were developed. Trials were endured. Blessings were celebrated.
It started out with Blake being surrounded by boxes when we moved in.
And then Nash joined the family.
Birthdays were celebrated.
Parties were thrown.
Holidays were filled with family and festivities.
Most of our days were completely ordinary and I wouldn’t have it any other way.
Beginnings are scary, endings are usually sad, but it’s the middle that counts the most.