Today was a little bittersweet. While I was so happy that our old house closed, I was sad that this gem - our home - would no longer belong to us.
When I did my final walk through today, I had to hold back my tears. I'm not one to value possessions or material things but this home was more than a mortgage, or an asset, or a possession. It was where we made, created and stored our memories. It's where John and I lived for 11 years - where our friends and family roomed, where we got ready before our wedding, where we brought each of the boys home to from the hospital. I love our new house and it already feels like home, but I won't lie - I will miss our old home and the memories we created there. I know we'll make many more new ones but nothing will replace those.