With most of our things in boxes (but not the disco ball!) we decided to have one last party in our first home. The home we lived in for 9 years. The home we brought home 3 (of our soon to be 4) children home to. It still makes me a little sad to see this disco party picture, because that room was my favorite one of the whole house. I love the orange grove Bryan painted. I loved my two oldest sharing that room, sleeping in their little beds that my dad built for them. And, I loved disco parties with the kids.
And even in our new house if we painted the orange grove, it probably wouldn't feel the same. So we won't. And now, I don't even know if we'll be having disco parties. Mostly because at the end of this last disco party, or rather, what caused the party to end, the disco ball crashed, maybe beyond repair. Maybe some things are better left behind.
The move is exciting. We love our new house. We love our new neighborhood. It was the right thing to do. But it doesn't change that most of our married life memories took place there. So many great friends and neighbors that we left. So we need to make new memories in our new home, so that we can all grow attached to it. And we will. Starting with welcoming a new little sister. That will be a pretty good place to start.
2 months ago