Yesterday Tirzah Mae and I drove back to the old house (affectionately named Betsy) for what we’re hoping is one of the last times.
We cleaned the kitchen and bathroom – and gave our realtor keys to the front door.
Tirzah Mae and her Mama post-cleaning
Lord willing, Betsy will be on the market by the end of the week.
Lord willing, she’ll be sold soon.
She served us well – Daniel for eight years, me for three, Tirzah Mae for one.
She was our newlywed home, the first home either Daniel or I had owned, the home where we started building our family.
And now, as we prepare to expand our family, as we celebrate three years of marriage, as we enjoy the home we built together, we’re ready to hand Betsy over to others.
Will she be home to a single person just starting out (as she was for Daniel)? Or will it be a young couple who moves in? Maybe it’ll be a family (although it’d have to be a small one – she’s just a little house)?
I don’t know what the future holds for Betsy, but I’m glad she was a part of our past – and I wish whoever comes next as much joy in her as we had.