Last night I lay in bed, exhausted from packing and kids and work and life, blah, blah, blah and I started to really think about leaving our house. I've been thinking about leaving Salt Lake, our neighborhood, our friends, the beautiful canyons that surround us, our favorite haunts and my office mates. But, I hadn't really thought about leaving our house much. We're so excited about moving into our house in Littleton that I had neglected to think about our Lonsdale Drive house.
I remember so distinctly finding that house and just knowing that it was the place for our family. On moving day we were sure that it was the place where we would raise our kids - funny house things change.
That home is the place where Connor started sleeping through the night (bless), where we brought Quinn home from the hospital, where Connor first rode a bike, where we hosted many Thanksgiving dinners and numerous visits from family and friends and where Preston and I really learned what it was like to have a family of our own. We have enjoyed countless evenings on the deck, breakfasts at the counter and movie nights in the basement. So, thank you house.
I wonder are you sad to see us go as we are, but also excited to meet your new family? Take good care.
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The floors will miss Quinn saying "uh oh" as she drops her sippy cup for the zillionth time. The walls will miss Conner asking "Mama, can I get up now" at 5 AM. The deck will miss Preston grilling up a storm. The kitchen will certainly mourn the lack of your fabulous cooking. Most of all the house on Lonsdale drive will miss the wonderful family that called it "home".
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