This is where our family started almost three years ago, in an old Cape that has been housing beginnings for more than two centuries.
We brought our daughter home on a hot July day to a backyard barbecue with friends.
In the spare-room-turned-nursery, she had a place of her own (not that she used it for the first four months).
The seasons changed, and we stayed warm in the cold.
We read books.
The house was never clean.
Today we put our house on the market. I'm boxing up our old beginnings and putting them in storage until they can merge with the new. Life is tidier in this holding pattern.
So we wait.