STORY TIME⁣ ⁣ 7 years ago we moved to LA with our 1 year old daughter. I thought we would be here MAYBE 1-2 years...I still have the boxes from our move, because I was that certain.⁣ ⁣ In those 7 years, we had two more kids, and lived in our two-bedroom apartment with the shared laundry and the windows that looked at the 101 highway (honestly, we love the white noise). ⁣ ⁣ We lived with the most eclectic and wonderful neighbors, Rae learned to swim and ride a bike, Sam and I learned to “adult,” and we PACKED our home with as many friends and family as we could...we discovered our max apartment capacity was about 35 people for waffle parties. ⁣ ⁣ Covid hit and our packed out apartment turned into hangs on our tiny porch, and somehow that was even sweeter. ⁣ ⁣ We’ve been blessed in this home. Experienced miracles, loss, chaos, and contentment. ⁣ ⁣ And yesterday we got keys to our new home. A literal miracle - we got preapproved on a Monday, the house listed on a Tuesday night, we were the first to tour it Wednesday morning, and they accepted our offer Wednesday night (cut to me signing house sale docs at the pickleball courts). ⁣ ⁣ Don’t get me wrong, this new place needs some work (lmk if you wanna tear up floorboards or knock down some walls), but it’s everything we asked for and more. And we get to make it our home for a year or two or 10...honestly, I’ve stopped trying to guess at what’s gonna happen next...but I’ll probably pass along the moving boxes this time.⁣ ⁣ We’re ready to fill this new house with as many people and memories as we can. Thankful doesn’t begin to describe how I feel. Swipe to see Silas’ face. THAT is how I feel. 🥲