We moved out of our townhome officially a week ago, and I am sad. I took a photo of Charlie's moccs and our address, simply because I needed it and those footprints were made at that address. Where she learned how to walk, and I first heard the pitter patter of her foot steps. Where laughter followed after I would chase her. Where she would run and greet me at the door after a long shift at work. We did messes and kisses and tantrums and chases and hide and seeks with leaves seeking in the house as well as rocks somehow. I will miss so much about the old home but I'm looking forward to our new memories here.
