The time is near. It's moving week.
Amidst the chaos, I haven't a chance to really digest what's happening. But tonight as I look around the house and think about all the memories we've had here, my stomach is in knots.
It wasn't quite love at first sight with you and I. We had to work at it. A little paint here and there, some bathroom and kitchen updates, refinished floors... just when the love rang true it was clear that we weren't meant for the long haul and it was time to move on. I'm proud for how far we've come and it's bittersweet letting you go.
Some of my favorite times together are Niko tapdancing on cue at 6am so that he could pretend pee to get his food, and let's not forget the start of our Christmas tree trimming tradition (which won't be the last!). The mister and I had our first holidays with you, the start of our family, and a gathering place for all our family and friends ... memories I will hold near and dear to my heart.
Best of luck with your new loves. They seem fantastic (and seem to have good taste too).
We'll miss you, Lamar. Thanks for being so good to us.