Goodbye house...

It's kind of sad to move out of a home, especially one you brought your babies home to. And where you have spent every married Christmas. And where you graduated school and got a new job and new dog and really, a new life.

We have had sleepovers in the living room and dance parties in the kitchen. We have swung on the back porch and laughed historically in the bathroom. We have special corners where we put our nose when in trouble. And special moments and bedtime stories it big boy beds.

It was more than our first house. It was our first home. All together. As one.

And it was good to us. 

But now it's time to move along to our next home...