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The day has come to where our floors are covered with an endless trail of toys, paper towel back-up stashes, and laundry basket upon laundry basket ("is this clean or dirty?"), which means one thing: we need more S P A C E. I love our house more than I can even explain. Chris and I built our life together in this house. One of our first dates was Chris cooking me dinner in this house. (I still remember parking out front, walking up the creaky steps and in the front door, and smelling rosemary trailing from the kitchen).  We were pretty proud of ourselves for picking such a bold choice for an accent wall. Even though it's dark, I still love the way this room feels at night with a few soft lights on. We've spent countless nights cozied up on this couch, watching horrible reality shows and eating dinner at nearly 10pm. We came home to this house the night we got engaged and couldn't stop smiling and saying, "We're engaged!" (Here is our proposal video for all you love birds). We brought Graham home to this house after he was born and instantly the house was filled with even more love than when we left it.  This is the very first photo we took of Graham upon arriving home from the hospital. He slept in this basinet by my bedside for 5.5 months (and not longer only because he physically couldn't fit in it anymore, lol).  Graham was officially mobile once he received this "car." He loved scooting around the main floor of our house in this. Graham learned to walk (and sprint) in the upstairs room, which was once a dusty, unfinished attic...then our master bedroom...and finally converted to Graham's nursery "suite." Lucky kid.  I was so happy when I finally finished Graham's nursery. The only thing left that it needed was for Graham to arrive...  We still to this day sit in this rocker with Graham at bedtime and read him 3 bedtime stories (well, Daddy limits it to 3...Mommy keeps going and going as long as Graham wants :) ) Chris put his blood, sweat, and tears into this house to make it look like a home, and the memories we've made here have made it truly feel like one. Even just packing up serving trays and martini glasses (two things we never use, but for some reason registered for) makes me sad. It's the beginning steps of what will eventually lead to packing up the entire house. Packing up the 1,386 Little Critter books that we read to Graham every single night. Packing up our couch pillows that Graham likes to make a pile with and jump on every morning and evening. Packing up every last picture and mirror from our walls until they're totally bare and unrecognizable. I could go on and on...  Graham's first "official" Halloween (a.k.a. the first time he got to wear a costume). Graham the lamb. We thought it was clever. Side note: Graham was OBSESSED with the pumpkins. He thought they were balls. I'm so sad to leave this beautiful home that has shaped the last 4.5 years of my life, but just as this house has served as the dwelling place for my family and other families dating back to 1920, I take joy in knowing that it will continue to be a home filled with memories for all the future families that will live here.  This is my all-time favorite photograph of Chris and Graham, and it's just a cell phone picture, ironically. The love they have for each other is so apparent.  Mother's Day 2017, standing on our front porch.
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