As I sat down to write this post , I wanted to pick out a few pictures to go with this post. Two hours later, I have gone through almost my whole iphoto library getting caught up in how much time and life changes us (and how skinny I used to be :). Reminiscing about so many memories; happy times and horrible ones.
We have lived in our sweet little house for the past five and a half years. A lot has happened to us in those five and a half years, it was our first home (I am not counting apartment living) and I am desperately sad to be saying goodbye to it. It almost feels like I am leaving a little bit of myself behind, leaving the old me. I mean, that girl has been long gone since June 2010 but she had a lot of happy memories packed away in these walls.
There is also a part of me that feels like I am leaving a little bit of Harper behind. This is the only place that she ever had life, this is the place where we planned for her arrival with blissful abandon and then didn't get to bring her home, where her tree is planted, where we learned how to grieve for her, where so many tears have fallen , this was her home and it breaks my heart to leave. Some may say it is good to start anew, to make a fresh beginning but it is also hard to let go. I suppose I never will.
This is also the place where Chris and I got engaged, and the place we came home to after our honeymoon. This is where we brought our pups home and tortured them with countless halloween/thanksgiving/Christmas costumes and laughed our arses off at how wrong we were. This is where, despite the sad times, we have had countless good times, great times.
This is where we anxiously went through a pregnancy after our loss. The place that hope finally started to creep back into our lives. This is where my water broke and I went into labor on a random Sunday morning. This is where we brought our sweet rainbow baby home. It will always be Norah's first home, even if it was only for 7 weeks.
I realize that home is where your heart is and as long as you are with your loved ones, then you are home. I know that a house is just a house; sheet rock, shingles and brick but it's more to me. It's memories, laughter and pain all wrapped up with lots of love. This was and will always be our "gingerbread house" (notice the web address of this blog :)...a very special place.
Under the mistletoe <3
The torture begins
Poor Zeus, can't you tell he's our first??
Meet Luna :)
She's bossing him around already!
French maid...this wig *may* have been put on one of the human's heads
but it was more like a really bad toupee. :)
I think they have had enough.
Happy New Year!!
The day we found out!! Happy, happy!!
Taken 3 weeks before she was born.
Harper's tree and our first balloon release on her due date.
Father's day 2011. About 27 weeks pregnant with Norah.
Harper's first birthday
Big mommy! Taken four days before Norah was born.
Daddy putting all of our shower loot together. Frick and Frack in the background.
Looking at Daddy.
Sweet smiles. Wearing her "little sister" onesie for the balloon release on October 15th.