In the midst of moving bliss, it hit me. We are moving. We will no longer live in the house where Andrew proposed to me in the bathroom. We will no linger live in the house where we would camp-out in the living room on the foldout couch bed. We will no longer live in the house where we hosted our first Thanksgiving Dinner, and we will no longer live in the house where we spent out first night as Mr. and Mrs. Ortwein.

Andrew is such a fantastic husband, he let me just cry as he held me and we talked about the wonderful memories we have made in this house. And now, the times that I complained about it feeling too cramped, or cluttered feel so utterly sad. I love this house- for the memories that will never leave my mind. Andrew carrying me over the threshold, finding a mouse in the half bath at 3am, waging war against our neighbors “The Littles”, and the countless times we danced in the living room – sometimes with no music but the sound of two lovebirds talking to each other. Oh how I will miss this house and it’s fabulous memories!!