Memories of sitting on the front porch reading a book. Memories of nursing our sweet Z to sleep, laying her down and trying to sneak down our creaky wood stairs, only to hit the wrong spot, wake her up, and start all over again. Memories of Meridian sleeping in our room in a pack n' play for her naps. Memories of Xiomara shouting out "Mama" from her crib in the morning. Memories of baking together in the kitchen. Memories of me being 36 weeks pregnant with Zoelle and helping drywall our upstairs. Memories of working in the garden. Memories of walks around the neighborhood.
|With the table gone, we ate our last breakfast at our house on the floor.|
As I sit and think through all these memories and more, I am overcome with tears. Sitting in a now mainly empty house, I realize we really are moving. That last night may have been the last night for us to be in this house. I'm sad. It really is bittersweet. So many happy, joyful memories in this home we are leaving. Knowing I will have new wonderful memories in the new house, but different memories. But for today, my heart is a bit sad as I have to say goodbye to the old, to get ready for the new.
Also, just so my readers know that we do not have Internet at our new home. The only way we can get it is through satellite, which is more expensive for less use. So my posts may be sporadic from time to time. I will have my phone, but that is hard to post from. I'm a bit bummed, but know that my parents live close by and we are only 9 miles from town, so I can still use Internet when I am at one of those places.
Goodbye old house and the many memories with you and now we look forward to the new.