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Looking back at this photo I see two stories. On one hand, I was checking in on the construction of our dream home. The home I carefully designed, planned and dreamed up. Getting to see it all come to life was such an exciting process. Next to the kitchen island was my newborn baby boy. A picture of many dreams coming true.⠀
On the flip side, I see a photo of one of the hardest times of my life. I brought my newborn son home to a tiny rent house. Boxes were stacked up on counters, but we were thankful for it. We moved 3 times while I was pregnant (with a 2-year-old in tow). We finally moved into our new home when he was 6 weeks old. I was sleep deprived, still recovering from my c-section and expected to head back to work not long after that. We were so ready to move in, we moved in before the glass was done in the interior (i.e. shower glass, transoms, cabinets). If we didn’t have box trucks and delivery guys at our disposal, we never would have made it. ⠀
It’s easy to forget the latter part of the story when our home is filled with love and laughter. We’re so thankful that tiny little newborn (and his big sister) get to grow up in our dream home.