This living room is where Ben and Claire both took their first steps. Ben started from the wall under the pictures and toddled across to the wall with the sliding door. With Claire, the Christmas tree was up in the corner, and we were giving her ornaments to carry for the few steps that it took her to get there.
This living room is where I have my most vivid memory of bringing Jack home . . . Kyle holding him while Murphy (our dog) jumped up trying to get a peek at her new little friend.
My kids played here while I made dinner. I dug toys out from under the chairs and loveseat almost every night. Kyle and I sat in this room after the kids were in bed on so many evenings . . . sometimes laughing and sometimes crying.
I remember laying on the floor next to the fireplace when I was pregnant with Jack and finding out the hard way how hot the glass is . . . which led us to purchase that screen the very next day.
I remember sitting in the arm chairs and nursing each of my babies late at night. I remember watching movies with my mom there when she stayed with me after Jack was born.
Looking at this room, I see kids hunched over those bins in the corner, digging through the toys to find the one they want, while the toys they toss aside make music or siren noises.
I see each of my kids as babies, laying on a blanket in the middle of the floor, or under a baby gym.
I see our small group meeting while our kids play in the basement, and I can almost smell the coffee brewing.
In about a month, this living room will be a memory. Last week, only 10 days after listing our house, we signed a purchase agreement. Done. Sold. In a week or so, we'll close and then we have to be out in 30 days. We've lived here for 9.5 years and I really did think that we'd be here forever. I love this house. It's crowded, but still . . . I love it. I'm so sad to leave.
But I know that it's what we need to do. I'm praying that something opens up soon, because the pickings are slim right now. We've seen a few that we like, but nothing we've loved. I've looked at every listing in Jackson County and refresh my realtor.com app at least once an hour. I'm doing my best not to panic.
Meanwhile, you can expect more of these sentimental posts about this house and how much I'll miss it.