It’s our last night here. In this house that has become home. In fact, the first place that has felt like home since I lived with my parents in the house where I first learned what it was to grow.
And it was there — and that moment, that turn of events — that brought us here. To this very place we are now. And the life that has grown here, for the Mister and for me, has been eventful, to say the least.
And our bedroom. The room where, after the kids would go to bed for the night, the hubs and I would hang and I would often spend an hour or two writing. Writing so much of what makes up all of the entries on this blog.