I've been putting off this post. Things are hectic, boxes are piled high, we are all a little under the weather and time seems to tick by much faster in Georgia. While those are all great excuses, the truth is this is a hard post. I know I won't be able to adequately portray everything that I want to. There are simply too many memories. Too many stories to tell. Too many "firsts". Nothing will ever compare to our home in Texas. Our first home together. The place where all three of my babies were brought home. The home where they took their first baths in the kitchen sink. The home where... There is just too much. Seven years too much.
Our last night in the house, I walked around tearfully reminiscing. I tucked Emory into her crib for the very last time. I gave Ashton a bath in the bathtub where I learned how to bathe a newborn. I sat down on the kitchen floor where John and I ate our very first meal, picnic style, after sneaking in through a window before we were given our keys.
Ashton taking his last bath in his first bathtub, incredibly thrilled about having his picture taken.
The send off committee. Going to miss them more than they could possibly realize.
The dead end gang. Determined to make sure these little ones continue to grow up together by way of vacations and skype ;)
One more stop to shed a few more tears. Corbin and Cayden. Good thing there isn't a pic of Steph and I. Blubbering messes.
We will miss you, 2909 Morning Brook Way!
And then, after many tears and one very longggg drive, we were HOME. New house pics coming up next...
