A Goodbye

This home holds so many memories for me, I couldn't even begin to count them or list them by name. But there are a few that stand out to me. This is the house where I remember so clearly seeing David for the first time in more than two years. I knew as he walked down the stairs that this was indeed the man I would spend my life and the eternities with. He kissed me for the very first time in this driveway, although at the time the driveway was covered in snow. While we were living in the apartment above the garage I realized my dream of becoming a mother had come true when I became pregnant with Emma. I spent many evenings gathered around the dining room table with David's family, now my family, eating and playing games and laughing until we cried. Three years ago David and I moved our little family of five into this home while he finished his degree at BYU-Idaho. This is the home where our family grew from five to six when we brought sweet little Olivia home from the hospital last year. 

In this home, I became a part of David's family, not just an in-law. In this home, I grew to love each member of his family as my own. 

David's parents officially sold this home today. And while I am so sad to see them move to Wyoming, this home will forever hold a special place in my heart. On Saturday as we help them load up their belongings, I can guarantee tears will be shed as we say good bye to this home that holds so many precious memories for all of us. I am so grateful for the privlidge of being a part of this home. I am even more grateful for the knowledge that even though the home has been sold and we must say good bye, the relationships that were created within those walls are intact. I love this home and I Iove my family.