It was the week of Thanksgiving.
I was 30 weeks pregnant.
We were surrounded by boxes. So many boxes!
We were beyond grateful to bid farewell to the small apartment we had lived in for nine months.
Our search for a new home had finally come to an end.
A year ago, as we fell into bed exhausted we listened to the sounds we are now accustomed to coming from our house and neighborhood and dreamed of filling cupboards and closets, covering the walls with our favorite art and photographs, furnishing a nursery and making family memories.
My belly was big and round and my back ached but I was happy. I was anxious to be settled, decorate for the holidays and mail our Christmas cards, which included our new address.
I can’t believe we have been in this house for a year. It seems so much smaller now and there are things we still want to (and need to) do. I guess that happens once you grow comfortable in your space.
In many ways our lives are the same as they were a year ago, but in the best ways, they have changed.
Yes, we really do have a white picket fence.
