...And I only broke three plates, one frame, and a glass jar.
It have been a very bittersweet past few weeks while Mr. Nielson and
I packed up the Briar house.
This sweet house has been filled with healing, peace, traditions, color, love,
and we brought Lottie home after she was born.
It was so hard to actually turn off the lights and lock the door and know
I was never coming back.
Of course I am excited to move to our new home and in the same neighborhood.
But this home has been so good to us and so many people spent time
preparing it for us to move into after the accident.
Here are some photos I took over the last few days as we moved and what I am going to miss:
*The empty dining room, and the chandlers.
*The dutch front door Mr. Nielson made and the wallpaper
he put up 2 months after I came home from the hospital.
*The messy garage (thanks brother Jesse and Andrew for helping us move}
*Lottie so so sad to leave.
*The girls pink room (going through clothes and packing them in boxes}
*The cork floors.
*Fixing the lighting, Ollie building blocks in the empty kitchen with Lottie.
*The kids in the duffel.
*Then we took the little Nie's around the house before we said goodbye.
They cried and were sad, so I told them we could visit every room in the house and I would photograph them. And, so we did. (here are a few of those photos):
*For our last act in the home, Mr. Nielson took down the little love note
I had taped above my bed.
The next morning, we spent all day watching the Lord of The Rings trilogy
at my Mom's house in our pj's.
Have a great weekend!
Spiritual Enlightenment HERE.
(The offical LDS report on Same-sex marriage}