FAVORITE Memories From Our First House
One week ago, we said goodbye to our first house. I know moving away from Lanier Dr., our quiet little dead-end cul-da-sac, will be sad; we'll miss our neighbors, our huge yard, the deck, the little updates Josh's dad helped us do, and our big basement, but throughout this process of slowly moving to our new house, I've not been too upset. In fact, I am overjoyed and grateful. This was always the plan: to buy a smaller starter home that would get to be too full because of our growing family that we would want to move somewhere else. I remember buying the house when Josh and I were 23, engaged, and so unsure of what our life would be like. We had many plans, many hopes, and many dreams. For a few years there, when we were struggling with infertility and miscarriage, I thought the plans of our family being 'too big' for this house were gone. So when I've sat, during nap time, in my bedroom, having to be completely silent because one child is sleepin...