I just nursed B to sleep for the last time in his room. I mean, the room he knows as his... it's only been his room for a year & he's had two previous (yep, we really do move that often), but it's the room that he 'grew up' in... the house that he grew up in. He started walking in this house. He started talking in this house.
Tomorrow we're off to our new house... & you know, we already know it's not a permanent house. We know it's only going to last a year or so... but hopefully, fingers crossed & everything else too, the house after that will be permanent. Or at least multiple years permanent. Hopefully that house will be the only house #2 (whenever he or she should arrive) knows. Hopefully that will be the house that B will remember most from his childhood.
But I'll always remember this house & all the things we experienced here...
I'm going to miss this house.