We’ve been in Atlanta for three days now, boxing up our Georgia home in preparation for the new family moving in. So many memories here. Four years ago when we moved to the beach, we left this home half-filled with furniture and clothes, thinking it would sell quickly and we would pack up the rest then. But obviously the market has been pretty challenging.
When we moved, our youngest wasn’t quite two years old. It’s funny how you forget how fast they grow. The past two days I’ve been going through old toys, baby outfits, tiny socks and countless other sweet things. My babies have grown! Needless to say I’ve been dragging around a box of tissue with me, sniffling a little here and laughing a little there. What a roller coaster it is going through your children’s old things. This forces me to realize how precious every single day is with your children.
Here are the offspring in our yard exactly FOUR years ago all dressed for Easter Sunday.
Funny how things repeat. Earlier that week we were even welcoming a baby horse at a nearby farm.
And playing with small ponies and chickens at another friend’s farm. Look how little the girls were!!!
Can’t believe our 11 year old used to be this small…he’s holding Bob, the chicken. Believe it or not Bob loved being held.
And here was our brood when we moved to Florida. Were they really that young?!?
I remember how new and exciting the beach felt. Especially to our wee little ones…
This shot always makes me laugh.
Lots of popsicle nights on the porch swing.
These peeps keep growing. I love it and hate it all at the same time. Anyone relate?
Back to packing. Long road ahead.
Happy Easter to you and your family. Be back soon!