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.)