Thursday, December 11, 2014


Four years ago, she celebrated four. It would be her last birthday at that house. So thankful that when we got our nudge to move, that God gave me the gift of experiencing many lasts there so that I could have closure.

Her last birthday there

Four years later, we celebrate her eighth birthday here: her home of half her life. She likely has more memories of this place, at this point, than she does of the other house--but every once in a while she surprises me when she thinks of an old neighbor friend. It doesn't happen as often as it used to.

Anita drove down our driveway accompanied by snow flurries and bringing a festive gift bag, as well as her hugs and kisses. She inhaled deeply outside and inside, enjoying the fire smoke. I love Anita so much.

Erin chose spaghetti and meatballs for dinner, and we picked up cupcakes at Wegmans for dessert. Delicious!
The kids picked the pandas
No one makes better cupcakes than Wegmans.

Lanie was eight when we moved here and celebrated her ninth that first fall. I look at Erin now, my big little girl, and try to imagine Lanie going through the move experience that size and age. In the six years to come to make our ten here, Lanie will be eighteen and considering her future. This home will be full of their growing up memories.

Thank you, God.

Happiest wishes to Erin, my sweet eight. Sassy, determined, goofy and free.

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