One week from right now, I'll be in Illinois.
I'll be trying to get a good night's rest to unload our possessions Saturday.
I'll be giddy and stressed all at the same time.
But right now, I'm feeling bittersweet.
I can't wait to get out of this house.
We've outgrown it.
I can't wait to have a big, beautiful house with tons of space.
I can't wait to have those acres out in the country.
I can't wait to be 10 minutes from my parents.
But this sweet, little house...
This is where we started our family.
I've spent countless hours here cooking, cleaning, and folding.
I cried tears of joy in the hallway outside our bedroom when I learned I was pregnant with JJ.
I cried tears of sorrow on this back porch when I realized I was losing my grandfather.
JJ took his first steps in the kitchen.
He colored the walls in the dining room.
He broke his arm in his bedroom.
He learned to love the water in this backyard.
This is where we started our business.
Kevin spent hours and hours in the basement agonizing over decisions to be made.
He gutted and redid that kitchen with his bare hands.
He lovingly created a bedroom for his firstborn.
This is where, for the last 6 years, I've lived.
The place I've thanked God for.
It's kept us safe, warm, and comfortable.
You've been a great first home, little house.
I hope another family moves in and takes great care of you!