Matt and I closed a house purchase on Wednesday and officially took possession yesterday afternoon. We are thrilled with this chapter in our lives, and being able to get out of an apartment and into a place all our own.
But sitting on the floor of our family room yesterday, as excited as I was, it was bittersweet.
This house is the 4th place Matt and I will live in. Cora was conceived, lived in my womb, and died, all in our first apartment. I am moving further and further away from her and it just breaks my heart. I wish so much I could be painting a room for her. Instead, I'm packing up her mementos and shelf, trying to decide where it will hang in our new home.
Maybe I'll put it in the nursery, so she can watch over her baby sister.