They're Moving

We'll I have some bittersweet news. My parents have sold their house of 30 years. I think it would be a lot harder to comprehend this, but they've been talking about selling it for at least the last two years, so I've had some time to digest it. Still, I know when moving day comes, I'll probably be a bit emotional. This is the house that I grew up in and we've had a lot of great memories there. Here are a few of my favorites:

1. Playing kick the can in the cul de sac until dusk and all the moms starting yelling for us to come in (I still hope Ella and Isaac will get to experience good pure fun like this).

2. Waking up Christmas morning to find the little, white, fluffy puppy I had prayed for in a box under the Christmas tree.

3. My mom running around the house frantically yelling "where are my glasses? where are my glasses?" and my sister and I laughing when we told her they were on top of her head.

4. Picking roses to take to my teachers out of our rose garden.

5. Spending summers in the pool. Heather and I would wake up in the morning and put our bathing suits on and play all day with the neighbors who'd come over. We were one of the only ones with a pool, so it was more like a community pool. It had a diving board too until one of the neighbors broke it trying to do a cannon ball.

6. Picking tangerines off the tree in the backyard (the best tangerines ever) and "juicing" them on the thorns of the tree. Coming inside with sticky hands and all.

7. Swinging on the porch swing.

8. Watching my Dad fall off of my sister's bike trying to do a pop a wheelie.

9. Eating pepperoni rolls in the big rust colored recliner on Saturday mornings while watching Smurfs.

10. Turing the sprinklers on in the winter when it would freeze so we could wake up to icicles.