We have officially sold our old house. It certainly is a good feeling to have that done before we move into the new place. However, I must admit that it is a little bittersweet for me. We have been in this house for 4 years, almost exactly. It’s crazy to think about what all has happened and taken place in this home in that short amount of time. Pete and I will have a lot of memories from that house. It’s weird to think that the boys won’t really have any memories. Brandon has many memories right now, but I’m sure most of them will fade with time.This house represents a lot of pretty significant things for me personally. This house was the answer to a lot of prayers because it meant that I got to "come home" from Seattle. I picked this house out and signed all the papers to officially buy the house before Pete had ever seen it. I still get a little flustered just thinking about back to when I picked him up from the airport and brought him to see the house for the first time. I'm pretty sure that was the most nervous I have ever been in my whole life (which is pretty big b/c I get nervous a lot!). This is the house that we brought our first son home to. I can remember the walk up the stairs carrying the hospital bag thinking, "What are we supposed to do now?" Ironically, I think I've said that same thing each time we've brought another son home from the hospital!
I have also been thinking a lot about the couple moving in and wondering all sorts of things, like, will they like the sunroom as much as we did, will they have big parties, how will they use the built-in shelves that we had put in and never got to fully enjoy, will they enjoy the big strawberry patch, and many more. At closing we were able to meet the couple and that was very exciting for me. I am thrilled to know that another young couple will be living there and having their first baby in a few months.
Thanks God for this amazing place to call home for the last four years.
