Is it really true? After more than seven years on Maple Street we had a last cuddle on the couch, a last snack, a last peek-a-boo, a last mad squealing race around the kitchen island, and a few last snuffles as we said goodbye to our sweet home. This was our first real house, and Donald and I worked on every inch of it, from scraping iridescent metallic wallpaper to laying tile (remember that toilet that sat in the downstairs hall for months?) to adding a window, painting every surface, and completely renovating the kitchen. We had so many happy memories here, hatched so many plans, brought our babies home, and had the pleasure to share it with wonderful friends, neighbors, and family. Moving on is bittersweet—we love our new yard, our new space, and staying in our same neighborhood—but Maple Street will always hold a special place in our hearts.
Here we were in 2004:
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