In lieu of photos from the phone I'm posting pictures that center around the old house. We closed today. It's just kind of done. No ending, no last meal, no final sleep; just a quiet walk through by myself. I glanced into Daniel/Andrew's room and took a moment to imagine where cribs were placed and later toddler beds and all the spots Daniel and Jake emptied out food/soap/powder onto the floor. Where cars and Fischer price garages were placed and Toy Story stickers adorned the wall. I stepped into Jake's room to remember taking down those awful racks to turn it into a bedroom for him, tucking him in to bed and reading books. I stepped into our bedroom and quickly glanced down and thanked God that would be the last time I would have to pass through. I remembered crowding into the bed and hanging out as a family, writing in my pregnancy journals for all the boys, late night talking with Ryan. The kitchen were Ryan cooked so many delicious meals, the living room where my water broke with Daniel, where our Christmas tree sat, where Andrew took some of his first steps, the last place I took a picture of all 3 of the boys. Where Ryan and I reconstructed what a normal must be.