So our last night at home was on Tuesday the 24th. It was a difficult night for me. I did not realize how attached to the house I was, or how much I loved it. I was so emotional that night as the four of us went through the house one more time. It was so strange to see the house so empty like that. I didn't like it at all. I didn't want to come down the stairs as I knew I would never come down those stairs again. I stood in the kitchen and cried for a long time just thinking about all our memories in that house and how we brought both our kids home from the hospital there. On one of our last nights, Nate took this picture of the kids and I reading a book before bed.
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