This morning when we woke up we spent some time soaking up the beautiful light that enters our house every morning through our eastern facing bedroom windows. We're packing up and moving to a new house. Even though we only rented this house and it was never technically ours, we lived here for 2.5 years and during that time a lot has happened. I'm a little sad to be moving from our quirky house where our family started.
There are many little memories I will always cherish that took place here. I remember flying solo with a 5 month old Mabel to meet Sam in our new home and being picked up from the airport in a limo, and taken to this house. Surprising Sam with a blue balloon in a box when we found out Gus was a baby boy. Decorating our first real Christmas tree as a family. Bringing Gus home from the hospital and getting comfortable as a family of four. Watching a big sister love on her little brother. Both of my babies learned to walk on these floors. Countless hours of reading and playing. Holidays and celebrations took place here with our family and friends.
