So it's not my dream house....but lots of dreams have come true in this house. This was the first house we lived in as man and wife. It's the first house I've ever had to pick out things for and decorate. It's the house where I learned to cook and really clean. It's where I've learned to be a wife. It's where I grieved my grandfather and my uncle. It's where we brought our babies home from the hospital. It's where they learned to nurse. It's where they've slept through the night for the first time. It's where they've taken their steps. It's where they've played and gotten hurt and been loved. It's where they've sat in timeout. It's where we've celebrated--new businesses, professional accomplishments, potty training triumphs, soccer victories. It's where we've fought and cried and laughed. It's where we've become a family.
I know that one day this house will sell and we'll move on and while that day will be a victory because it will mean a new chapter in our lives, it will be bittersweet.
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