Am I the only one who feels like your home is part of the family? Like, it isn’t just 4 walls and a roof, but a living, breathing, heart of your family that brings you all together. Maybe I’m just emotional that way, but I’m having trouble saying goodbye to our home, and I can’t fight the urge to just wrap my arms around it and kiss it goodbye.
We all know that moving is just awful. Its sweat, frustration, and more dust than I care to admit, but I really tried to take time this weekend to say my goodbyes to each room. We put a lot of heart into this home, and it will always have such a special place in our family history!
I'll miss driving into this garage, with saw dust and tools all over the place from our weekend project.
I feel like everything happened in this house. We cooked countless dinners in this kitchen, and I had my whole family over addressing our wedding invitations in this dining room. We felt like we finally grew up and became adults when we did our first load of laundry in washer and dryer that belonged to US and not the apartment community.
I sat on the ground in our back office, long before it was decorated, and arranged, then rearranged our seating arrangements for our wedding. I also spent an entire year collecting frames and prints for my gallery wall, and jumped for joy when it was complete.
I will never forget when we finally saw the “positive” on the pregnancy test in this bathroom. I was brushing my teeth before work, when Jake looked at the test and swore it was negative. I went to throw it away, tears in my eyes, when I saw that second line. He rushed off to Walmart to pick up more tests, and to our delight they were all positive too.
We sat on the edge of our bed, crying our eyes out that we had a bun in the oven! Once that bun was born, I memorized every nook and cranny in this master bedroom. It’s amazing what countless middle-of-the-night feedings will do! I would lay there making out shapes in the texture trying to keep myself from dozing off, and I would be so happy to see sunlight peeking through our windows when morning came, because we survived another night. Man, I’m going to miss the sunlight that pours into those windows.
Sawyer’s room. The room I will probably miss the most. I dreamt of this room and how we would create the perfect nursery in it long before our baby boy was here. Jake and I became more and more excited with every single completed project. From his amazing wood wall, to building the crib. We dreamt of our lives as a family in this room, and I would rock in Sawyer’s rocker every Saturday, holding my belly and just itching to be holding our boy!
I’ll miss unlocking this front door, and having our Axl boy run up to me scratching the heck out of my legs in excitement that we were finally home. I’ll miss the gorgeous light that came from our nice big windows. I’ll miss cooking in our kitchen, tummy time on the living room floor, and dreaming up our next big project.
This home was good to us, so very good to us. I only hope the next owners feel the same way. Onto the next season. J
Until Next Time,