The last bit of time in our first home was very bittersweet and stressful. We had so much going on but I wanted to cherish every moment I could in that little house.
I just wanted to remember the little bits of every day that we had there.
And finally, the last day in the house came.
We had used that front area to tell the story of our lives through photographs. I just had to do it one more time.
We moved into the new house on my 34th birthday. It didn't really hit me until the next Sunday, I was finishing cleaning the house and left for the final time. I was crying so hard. I wanted out of that house so badly but it was so hard to leave because it was our house, the first house I have ever lived in.
Goodbye 1st house. #nofilter you were wonderful for 8 1/2 years. You are where my babies came home. We loved you.
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