the last day

The last day of 2008 is also the last day in our apartment … we’re (finally) moving baby, who-hoo!

As excited as I am to kiss the big, white box good-bye, I’m a bit sad about it, too.

We celebrated anniversaries, birthdays, holidays, happy days, sad days, any days in Apt. 426. We lost jobs in Apt. 426. We found new ones, too. We loved (and laughed with) family and friends through cancer, heart disease, heart break, major life changes, minor life changes in Apt. 426. We embraced new loved ones, said our final good-byes to others and rejoiced in the blessings each brought to our lives in Apt. 426.

But above all of the living, the laughing, the loving, there’s one thing that matters most …

we became a family in Apt. 426.

On May 18, 2007, a tiny ball of squirming wonderfulness entered our lives and four days later we walked through the door of Apt. 426 as proud and petrified parents.

Over the next 19 months, up at all hours gave way to full nights’ sleep, bottles gave way to baby food, sitting-rolling-crawling gave way to walking, which gave way to running, inconsolable gave way to temper tantrums and silence gave way to the most beautiful sounds ever heard … Coop’s first coo, his first laugh, his first word, his first zerber on mommy’s cheek. It all happened in Apt. 426.

Here’s to last days. And here’s to first ones.

happy last day in 2008, everyone, hope it's a great one!