Moved.

We officially moved from our little cocoon of a neighborhood. On moving day last week, our little man took part in the action until he went over to Avery's for the morning while the movers painstakingly moved every. last. box. Bless them. (I am convinced that we are either closet hoarders or the house had the BEST storage ever.)

Later, as I stood in the quiet of the house which used to be so loud and full of life, nostalgia set in. I realized that as much as I am ready to move on, some of my most fond memories were born between those walls. Like bringing home my first-born son. As he was carefully laid in his nursery crib, remembering that his Daddy and Poppy spent a weekend making it 'perfect for baby' in preparation of his arrival. It was also the start of my married life the day my husband proposed in our kitchen. It will hold some of my very best life moments forever and I will miss it. So long, house.