A year ago this month we moved into the house we are currently living in. When we moved in, we knew it was going to be Charlie's first home. That automatically made it a special place.
I was just looking over some photos I took when we first moved in, and it seems so long ago that we were living out of boxes. And I can hardly remember a time when Charlie was not a part of our lives. But yet there was a time when it was just the two of us (and the three cats).
All of the above photos were taken in what ended up being Charlie's room, before the great transformation, of course. I don't know, they're nothing special, but I always liked them. I especially like them now, thinking of what all has changed in such a short time.
Tonight I am sitting on the couch just being grateful for my husband and kiddo. I know how lucky I am; here's hoping that knowledge will help keep the emo demons at bay.
(It's only the middle of November, and I'm running out of things to write about. Give me some ideas. Or ask me some questions. Help me meet my NaBloPoMo quota! Thanks in advance.)