Goodbye, little house

As excited as I am to have the house buying/packing/moving process over with, and to be settling into our new digs, I have to say that I am a bit sad to leave our little house. Though I'm not disappointed to leave the outdated kitchen, the cramped quarters, or the '70s shower (that's one project we never got around to), I am finding myself a bit sentimental about leaving what our little house represents.

It was our first "home." Our first shot at owning something more than a car or a stereo. It's where I spent three months on bed rest, hoping and praying that Camryn would arrive on time and not too early. It's where we brought both of our brand new baby girls home from the hospital. It's a place that we worked really hard on, together, to improve.

I am proud to say that it's definitely in better shape than when we moved in. We've truly loved this home, and have tried to care for it to the best of our ability. If we were to stay here forever, there is still so much we would do, but it's just time. Time to move on, spread out, and let another family get their start in our former home. So, goodbye, little house. We'll miss you.