We loved our grand old stone house with all of its history and charm....it was a sweet place to be for 2 years (I can't believe it was really 2 years) and we will always fondly remember our days there...cuddled by the fireplace, filling it with lots of people around the holidays, Layla (our dog) opening the front door after she roamed the mountains, the smell of a fire in the winter and lilacs in the spring, Ryland's top shelf (bed), the weeping cherry tree, the privacy, the winter sky view out of our master bedroom windows, and even the ladybugs that used to take lodge there in the winter. In our new home we now move on to close quarters, but brighter walls, a secret passage way between the kids rooms (which they are thrilled to no longer be sharing a room), close neighbors (but good neighbors), my little garden plot, a place to ride bikes, an outdoor grill, a sleeping porch, and a new start. Richard might say that I am just never content, but it is not that I am not content...rather, I just love change! I joked the other day (quite cleverly might I say) that I am just like a vending machine....in order to get something good out of me you must give me change! Yep, that one is all my own!
Richard napping...so cute!
It was the perfect Christmas house!
The new place!