We still have to drive by the old house for the next month in order for Brayden to get on the bus for kindergarten at his elementary school. I don't know why it's been so hard to let go of it, and I'm more than happy and thankful we have our new home, and I know the new owners will love it - but I've been so emotional about leaving.
|Flying his first kite in backyard|
This house was where he graduated to a big boy bed just before age 3 and where he became a big brother to his twin sisters. Brayden learned how to ride a bike in the driveway and played 'garbage man' almost every day here for a year. The neighborhood pool is where he learned to swim and at age 3 met his first best friend across the street. This home is where the twins took their first steps. It's where all the girls had their first baths, behind that monkey shower curtain... The back yard is where the kids caught their first butterfly (Brayden cried when he had to let it go), where they chased fireflies to put in a jar and where they flew their first kite. It's where we had bumps and bruises and cuts and scrapes - so many bandaids here! The swingset is where Brayden and the girls learned to swing and where we would have Popsicles every summer afternoon after playing sidewalk chalk or going on a wagon ride to the neighborhood park.
|Brayden walking in our bedroom at Lantana for first time, age 1|
|Saying goodbye, age 6|
This is where I cried for days after losing two children to miscarriage and where we rejoiced in the birth of our miracle baby, Payton. I know Payton won't remember this house, and neither will the twins for that matter. Eventually Brayden's memories here will fade, too, I'm sure. But I will keep memories of this wonderful home in my heart, and will always remember my babies little here -- a precious time I will never get back.
I look forward to making our new house a home, and filling it with laughter and joys and even tears, too. I pray the memories we create here will be as cozy and homey as the ones we had here at this home.