Sort of... soon, hopefully, we are moving back to the big city... okay, well, maybe a fairly suburban town on the outskirts of the big city but still...
So I've been thinking about this old house... and the things I will miss about it and our little neighborhood.
I'll miss our neighbors... our sweet and self proclaimed "absent-minded professor" pediatrician... our rock-n-roll single mom with a big crush on Rod Stewart and her gregarious daughter...
I'll miss the walks by the river from season to season... the hot hot heat and the rainy foggy days.
I'll miss the people at Trader Joe's... I almost want to take my camera to the store and ask if I can take photos with them...
I'll miss the Gymboree where I took Ashleigh when she was a wee one...
I'll miss my doctors... sad, but true.
And this one nearly brings tears to my eyes... I'll miss that little preschool we just signed her up for... her yellow cubby, the sandbox, the songs... and the teachers and of course the kids.
I'll miss this house. Ashleigh's squeaky door, our yellow wall under the brown paint, our house numbers... and all the little things...
This is the house our babies were brought to from the hospital... this is where we made it happen.... where our little family began.
So my heart isn't really that heavy as I write this... just a little weighted down... for I know the next house is ready for us... it's out there... waiting for our little family to fill its rooms with love... just as we did here...
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