Lasts

The last thing in our freezer before we pulled the plug:

Our last meal in the dining room:

My last threat to make someone sit in “that” corner:

[Okay, that might not be accurate. I’m not sure what we were doing, but I do have that “Do you want to sit in timeout?” look on my face.]

The last of our furniture being loaded onto the truck:

We had a good 7 years in our first home; lots of laughter and some tears, a lot of joy and some pain, many firsts and some lasts; all memories that we’ll hold onto for a lifetime.

Goodbye old friend. We sure will miss you.

xo

Jonathan, Nessa, Audrie, Finn and Trixie