This is the house...

We first called our own.

Where I fell down the stairs, all of them, because I was so excited that we were getting a puppy.

Where we first brought Saxon home.

Where we hand reared a lamb (yes, you did read that right, see…).

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Where crow’s feet have developed from laughing so hard my ribs hurt. Sometimes at each other, many times at Saxon and sometimes for no real reason at all.

Where we’ve danced around like loons.

Where we talked about our future.

It might have only been 4 walls and a roof, but it was our first home and what it held inside means the world.

 

This is the place, the three of us left for the last time.