Home

It was our first home together.

Ironically Brian found this one without me too (I was teaching a class in Boston).

I waddled up and down these stairs when I was pregnant.

I brought both of my babies home from the hospital to this house.

Kate

I woke up countless times in the night to trudge down the hallway and hold their soft sleepy bodies to feed them and comfort them.

Kate

Their little knees grew raw from it's carpeting while they learned to crawl.

I mopped up spills and chased our toddlers across it's hard wood floors.

Kendall

I nursed scraped knees and pulled splinters from our deck and driveway.

We've snuggled up by it's fireplace and cuddled within these walls on rainy or snowy days.

Kendall

We've sat on the front porch rocking chairs and waited for Brian. Both Kendall and Kate have raced down the front porch steps yelling, "DADDY!" to greet him.

Kate
We've worked in the kitchen and listened for the garage door to signal his return home from work.

We've lived life with all it's highs and lows.

Kendall

In just a couple of days I'll walk through these rooms, the rooms will soon be completely empty of all our furniture but will still hold the signs and memories of our life here. I know that I will be sad to leave it. But what I've found is that "Home" is where he is, it is where we are together, where we laugh and cry and love together and I'm excited to create our next home together.