We said our goodbyes last night. Goodbyes are hard. For me, anyway. I lingered in the kitchen remembering holidays and birthdays gone by, stood for awhile in the foyer thinking of the friends we welcomed there and the late winter afternoons when the kids would stand with their faces pressed to the glass watching for daddy's headlights, and sat on the front steps taking in those last moments while the kids played ball in the yard. The rest of the family was just ready to lock up and go get dinner. Onward and upward and hungry and such. But they humored me with a few last front step shots. They were our tradition here, you know? Pretty red backdrop, pretty afternoon sunlight, pretty trees reflected in the windows. Remember the very first front step shot? WHEN THEY WERE TEENY TINY BABIES? :::sob:::
So last night, with these last photos to take with us, we finally closed the door and drove away and everyone waved until the house was out of sight. Goodbye, house in the woods. May you be as good to your new people as you were to us. Which was very, very good.