Our last day, in our home

We got everything out, as we were supposed to move today.  It got pushed back until next week, so I had an extra day at the house to reminisce and play and clean!


Why does this face of pure joy swinging throw me into a meltdown?!  I mean, look at this happy girl!  I hate, hate, taking this away from her. 


Sweet sisters.  My heart aches thinking about this last day.  I know, it sounds ridiculous.  I am such a sentimental junkie. Everything (especially now) makes a memory.  I stop and smell the roses now.  No one event seems ordinary now.  Everything is special.

Someone!  Quick!  Up my meds!  HAHA. Kidding (but not really.)