Those good times are eternal

Even a trip to Ikea is super fun. "I am a robot. I am a robot"
Haircuts at Mission Viejo Mall is fun!

My dear friend,

Ok I don't know why but all of a sudden I find myself crying that you will be moving out of your house. I am glad we were there for one last magical time. I love that house! Our babies played on your white carpet in front of baby einstein dvds with Martha right by to help with everything. We practised cooking thanksgiving dinner in your kitchen with the little blue tile backsplash. When they were older we could walk to your park pulling the train plus one stroller. You helped us make strawberry mice at your little table. And paint with no shirts on and play in the water in big buckets on your porch. The kids screamed and clapped to make the spider crawl down at Halloween as they ran down the hallway. Your house felt like my home, too. I have found comfort in having everything the same every time I come back to visit. In a way, it is the end of a chapter. Our kids are not babies anymore, and that brings on an intense melancholy. The memories are happy and sweet. I do look forward to the next chapter. Each new stage, I have loved even more than the last. At the bbq, I loved hearing Jack call out, "Den-ne-dy! It yo tuwn" as they played t-ball.

I imagine if my melancholy is intense, yours must be overpowering!! I have to tell myself, It is just a house. It is just a house. It is the memories you have created that made the house special. And you are such fun and loving people you will have those kinds of experiences and memories wherever you go. And we will continue to keep in touch and visit and pick up where we leave off every time no matter where we live.

Thank you for giving us so many warm and fun memories! We are lucky to have such deep and rich yet simple experiences. Those good times with our babies are eternal!