Bye-bye, House

Today we said goodbye to our first house. In the last four years, we went from crying over fertility treatments in the living room to squealing over positive pregnancy tests in the bathroom... to bathing our babies in the kitchen sink! We’ve lost jobs, we’ve gained jobs, we’ve binge-watched The Office at least 12 times (that’s GOD’S WORK right there).

All the memories—both wonderful and heart-wrenching—could never be encapsulated in one little post. But I’ll say this: though I leave my house, I do not leave my home. I’d live in a dumpster with my merry band of Furniss men. And one day soon, I’ll snuggle up under the covers with my Abba in Paradise. We can’t hold onto anything in this life with clenched fists. So together, we walk with open hands towards whatever God has for us next.

Until then, you can find us in my parents’ guest room. Livin’ the dream, baby!