There are homes where our children were born. Where they took their first steps, said their first words. The sidewalk out front being where bikes were first ridden, chalk drawings graced their paths. lemonade stands were set up. Hugs, kisses, skinned knees, stories read. If these walls could talk. And then it’s time to move on. Time to make that next adventure a reality.
It’s always a privilege to be trusted to document these goodbyes and thank you’s for the time spent within. But with Erica and Nick and kiddos…what a joy! You are missed (is this where I admit that this was from a session a year ago???), but I do like knowing there’s a couch on the West Coast someday….
(....and one for the Christmas card to boot.)