A few weeks ago, Chelsea and her family moved into their new home. After months of living with us, the house is awfully quiet.
I miss those little pickles running around. I miss them jumping on my bed. Their toys everywhere. Their shoes. Their hats. A random book left open on the stairs. Their whole little world, scattered lovingly through ours.
Readjustment in reverse.
But I’m not complaining.
They’re happy. They have a home. They’re only three minutes away.
Still…
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