This day was harder than I thought it was going to be. It wasn't until I heard my voice echo throughout the living room that it hit me.
I'm not coming home. I've lived here six years. Six of the eight years we've been married have been spent between these walls.
We were babies when we moved here. Speaking of babies...
This wasn't even here when we moved in. We only added it on because we were going to have a baby.
Our baby boy.
I tape and bedded this room in the middle of the summer, five...six months pregnant. Coen and Wallace both came home here.
There were balloons.
I rocked them both to sleep in this room. Too many times to count.
Now we're moving. I don't remember why I thought I could do this. Why are we leaving our barn??
I had been crying before we took this picture. We had to balance the camera on empty boxes and a trash can. I love this man. I'll go anywhere, and leave any "home" to be with this man. With him, I AM home. We made this barn a home, and I'll miss it. It's hard to leave a place filled with so many good memories, and it's hard to make good memories without someone you love.