After nearly four years:
The windows, screens and windowsills are now perfectly clean.
Every bed in the home was made bright and early this morning.
The gardens were lovingly watered by Lexi.
The garage has not a drop of dirt in it.
There are freshly picked flowers in a vase on the kitchen table.
The vacuum saw some serious action yesterday.
After a very crazy encounter with our babysitter's mom's car,
a lovely new mailbox greets visitors.
A very ominous for sale sign stands out front.
The news was shared several weeks ago with immediate family and our closest friends.
And then it was shared early this week with extended family and friends.
It was even posted on Facebook,
so I guess it is officially official....our house is for sale
In March of 2008, I saw a photo similar to this one.
I knew instantly it was going to be not just our house, but our "home"
...just from that one little picture.
I opened my email, saw the photo and told Vic, "that's our home!"
And, it has been all that and more from the moment we moved in.
It is devastating to think of leaving this house, this town, our beloved friends and family.
And until our house sells, I don't really and truly have to deal with the flood of emotions.
For now, I will focus on savoring every last minute we have here.
Fairfield is at its best over the summer.
And we will live it up like it's nobody's business.
And, of course, there is something to be said for a new family adventure in Dallas.
There is something to be said for the amazing opportunity with Cantor waiting for Vic down there.
Luckily, there are some friends ready to give us a big Texan welcome.
There are a lot of positives to focus on.
Now, if I could just tell myself that
EVERY SINGLE TIME I pull down the driveway and see that ominous sign.