Goodbye, old door, through which I entered this home as a bride.
Goodbye, bedrooms, to which I brought my babies. Thank you for keeping them warm and safe.
Goodbye, porch. I can still see the metal eyes my husband added to over-secure the baby swing. How many delighted giggles this porch has heard!
Goodbye, old maple tree, which fascinated my children from their infancy. Keep growing and watching over this place.
Goodbye, little red maple, which the children loved to climb.
Make new memories with a new family, and treat them well, little house.