It’s moving day on Thursday, and we’re moving to our new apartment. It’s something we’ve been looking forward to, but I’m still taking a lingering look around our old apartment that we’ve lived in for four years.
What I remember most about this apartment is the bathroom counter I sat on when I learned I was going to have a baby, and then later when we got to bring her home.
Those peaceful early days that were filled with reading and quiet rest.
Spending time on the patio around my plants and the tree outside my window.
And when those peaceful days gave way to adventuresome days, and things weren’t quite so restful anymore.
I’m glad I get to take those memories with me to the new apartment.