Eight Years

I wrote this post on my phone around the time we sold our house and were moving. I finally got around to adding it and can do so without tears.

Eight years ago the kids and I moved into the house. It was a start of a new life for us. The three of us needed this new start and with it came blessings we would have never dreamed about. We were excited to have our own place and be in a great neighborhood. There are so many memories that will always be near to my heart.

There's the fence that my Daddy helped us build. (And by the way, I will miss the view of the field that I saw every morning through my kitchen window)

 

There is the place in the den in front of the Christmas tree that Friday before Christmas, where my sweet husband proposed to me along with the help of Red.

There is the dinner table that we left behind that was the place of many family dinners, long conversations and night of homework.

Eight years ago, we moved in as a family of 3 and eight years later, we move out as family of 6. I pray that the person that bought our house will have the same blessing and wonderful memories as I did when I first stepped through that door. The years in that house changed my life for the better and I am thankful to God everyday for those years and the friends we made there.

Now on to making more memories...