We closed on our old home last Friday. It is such a bittersweet experience to say goodbye to a home we loved so dearly. Although I am super excited about the dreamy home we are about to build, I will always love our first house. It played host to some of the very best memories of my life and gave me a place of reprieve on some of my hardest days.
I will never forget the joy of finding out I was pregnant with four of our babies in that home or bringing two of them home from the hospital there. I’ll never forget sitting on the front porch on cool October mornings, studying for my board exams, while Ryne installed the paver patio or the way 2-year-old Quinny wanted to help him “dig the dirt”. I loved the way the light poured into the office in the mornings and the way the master bedroom always felt cozy. I will cherish my memories of what the mountains looked like from the windows and how they seemed to change color from season to season and day to day. I will never forget the hail storm that rolled in our first year there and broke every west-facing window in the house or the way that fixing our screens allowed us to grow our friendships with our neighbors. Our neighbors were gems and I will miss them all dearly. Especially the couple next door, who loved our babies and cared for us in so many ways. ALL THE TEARS. And although the curved island and front-load garage weren’t my favorites, I loved the view of my bed-headed babies eating breakfast at that island and the feeling of pulling into that familiar garage after a long trip.
Goodbye, old house! We will love you forever!!
