It’s kind of bittersweet to think that this will be probably be the last winter in our first home.
I’m really excited to move. But I’m also a little sad about leaving. I love the house in the winter. And in the summer, spring and fall.
But, with each end is a new beginning. Right?
(And, no. I haven’t removed any of the Christmas decorations from outside. It’s too darn cold and I like the garland with the snow. Sue me. I promise to take it down before August. Possibly.)