Not only was I busy hauling four kids to VBS/swim lessons/playdates/haircuts/music, but I worked in some trips to Home Depot then Lowes and Home Depot and Lowes and Home Depot. And Lowes.
And I sorted through every closet/drawer/cabinet/nook/cranny and donated three truck loads - for real, y'all, THREE FILLED TO ALMOST OVERFLOWING ALONG THE STREET PICKUP/SUV LOADS of unwanted STUFF to friends adopting and raising money via garage sales.
Then assembled, taped and filled about eleventy hundred boxes of all the stuff that we couldn't live without.
I sold some stuff on Craig's List. I tossed a lot of stuff in the trash.
Then I packed off my kids to their grandma's, and strange men came into my house and picked up every worldly possession we own and dollyed it out to their very big truck and drove away with it.
But before they did, ignoring the eye rolling and deep sighing of my unsentimental Navy brat husband, I sniffed and sobstifled and said goodbye to the home where I spent nine years raising four little humans.
Goodbye, kitchen where I prepared approximately 10,950 meals
|All of the beautiful pictures were taken by my sweet friend Somer Padilla|
|all of the ugly pictures were taken by my sweet iPhone|
Goodbye, room where I washed 5 jillion loads of laundry
and never cleaned under the washer
Goodbye, room where I gladly exchanged M&Ms and matchbox cars for pees and poops
Goodbye, playroom where my babes spent hours imagining, creating, and fighting over approximately 643,567 toys
Goodbye, It's Almost Naptime HQ
Goodbye, fireplace Santa came down nine times
Goodbye, site of so many birthday/baptism/dinner parties
Goodbye, room where da magic happened
Goodbye stairs where eight little feet scurried down every morning
Goodbye, windows by which I rocked my first sweet baby, entranced by his beautiful face, overwhelmed with fear and love, begging Jesus to make him sleep
Goodbye, what was once the most beautiful nursery...with a white picket fence, roses on the windows, netting draped over her pretty white crib...
Goodbye pretty tree I painted to guard my daughters while they slept
Goodbye, pretty house. You witnessed many blessings in the time we lived here. I pray that the next family loves you well.
But the Dollahons are off...to...
what's your guess??