We placed this at the very top of the extension to our driveway. Lauren was so tiny, just three months old. The boys were 5 and 2. Oh! This just melts my heart every time I pass it. We tried to figure out a way to remove it, so we could take it with us. However, we are too afraid of causing damage to the extension or even breaking the prints into pieces. I decided to take a picture of it and have it blown up. It will hang in the new house.
I've been told the new owners are starting their family. I hope this house is a much a blessing to them as it has been to us. It's a great house, with a lot of wonderful features. It has also been lived in by 2 adults, 3 children and many pets. There are too many scratches, dents, chipped paint spots, etc. to count. But it has also been loved and taken care of. We just love hard, that is all. :)
I wonder which home my kids will consider their "childhood home"? I bet it is the new one. My parents moved into their house when I was 9 years old. To me, that is my childhood home. Isn't it funny that something which has been such a huge part of our marriage may actually not be such a huge part of my kids' childhood? I love watching God works things out. I thought it was going to be heart wrenching to leave this home. But He has allowed my heart to slowly disconnect. Well, to everything but this little piece of cement... :)
You know the picture will last a lot longer than the actual piece, anyway...
And let me just say, it feels so good to write again!