till we sell the house.
Keep on praying, warriors. We sign the papers tomorrow at 3pm.
We emptied out the place for good on Tuesday. So, no more rooms where my babies slept through their first night, kitchen where they took their first step, walls and door where they drew their first lines with permanent marker and painted pretty pink with nail polish. No more fireplace in the basement where Great Grandpa would warm his chilled bones, no more backyard baseball games I could watch from inside.
We spent a precious, wonderful 15 years in that little house. But we outgrew it. We'll miss you.