rock-a-bye-baby.

If you would have asked me two months ago, before our house went on the market, I never would have told you how much I'm going to miss this place.  It was one of those moments where you're really not sure how much you love something until it's gone.  The truth is, I love this place.

Our first home. The home we became husband and wife in. The home where Beretta destroyed a dozen rugs and shoes and hats. The home that made me a mother. Saying good bye is a little bittersweet. My heart is filled with memories from these walls and yet I know someday we'll have a new place with new adventures and new life. 

This past weekend was spent moving our things.  Piece by piece we reflected on our short time together.  Now that we've piled these boxes into our temporary home, I'm hoping to be able to settle them into their new places so that we can feel less like we're camping and more like we're home.  Home; a place where your individual soul becomes a family soul. The place where messy floors mean well nourished belly's. Where art meets simplicity and where love shines always.

Have a wonderful Monday my sweet friends.