Tonight is our last night in our old Queen Anne in Georgetown. Movers arrive tomorrow and we'll stay with a friend tomorrow night. I am trying to see past the boxes and enjoy the fine woodwork and listen to the memories of the last six years here. I turn a corner or enter a room and hear the words of a conversation or my husband's laughter. It's been a good home.
Reeves is at camp in Tennessee this week, but Embree and Brice are finding time to still be kids. I found this gem on my phone tonight. A nice reminder of why exactly we are making this move.