Tomorrow’s the big day. That’s right, we close on both houses bright and early in the morning. I’m not sure where the time has gone and I don’t just mean the months leading up to the closing. This was our first home. It was a huge milestone to be able to buy a house at all and an amazing feeling to move in with our already 10 month old baby. That was 4 years ago!
Ella was just learning to scoot (she didn’t crawl) and no where near the sassy little girl she is today. This is where she learned to ride her bike (including wrecking in the driveway), terrorized her first neighbors and camped in her first lawn. We watched her move out of her crib and into her first big girl bed, sing and dance the nights away and chase her pets through the hallways. It’s hard for me to even write this without tearing up. We’ve gone through so many things in this house that it’s hard to leave!
We planned a wedding, experienced a pregnancy (in the middle of summer with no AC) and brought home our new baby boy here. I’ve rocked him to sleep, wiped his tears (and butt) and had bath time fun all in this house.
We’ve poured blood, sweat and tears into this place to make it our own. We spent countless hours pulling weeds, setting posts and breaking our backs to create an outdoor space we could enjoy. We’ve been through more paint samples and frog tape than most contractors, just so we could give our kids childhood bedrooms worth remembering!
We’ve tackled almost every DIY project in the book (fence, deck, finished basement, added bathroom) and just when things were perfect, made the decision to move on. While I’m sad to leave and feel nostalgic looking back at the things we’ve accomplished here, I’m excited for the next chapter of our lives.
One thing I can always be sure of – with the turning of each page is another story, another memory made and another new adventures waiting to happen!
Finding a balance between being a career woman, wife, mother and friend.
