4 years.
Dear Jack,
This past weekend, immediately following your 4th birthday party on Saturday, we led my side of the family in a caravan (your Nonna and Papa, along with Aunt Dana, Uncle Andrew, and cousin Calla) to see the progress on our new house we’re building.
As we drove near our cul-de-sac, Mommy yelled with excitement, “It’s blue!”
We had learned last week that the siding is actually made out of wood, and that it would be painted eventually. Well, the painting has definitely began.
Mommy was also very happy to see that our marble countertops are in; as well as the kitchen’s bar.
I was particularly happy to see that our garage doors are now in, along with automatic garage door openers; considering as long as Mommy and I have been married and lived in our townhome (over 6 years), we’ve never had a garage for our cars.
Each time we visit our new house, I become even more satisfied with our decision to buy it, and therefore, to move out of our townhome.
Which, speaking of…
This apparently is our last week to live in our townhome! Mommy and I bought it brand-new in 2008, when we got married, but now it’s time to move out and move on.
Last night as I was saying goodnight to you, at your sleeping bag on top of a foam mat, I explained to you, “Jack, this is our last week to sleep and live in this house, because we’re going to be moving into the new one in January, in a couple months.”
At this point, other than mats to sleep on, in addition to enough food and clothing to by this week, our house is empty.
Papa helped Mommy and I move the rest of it to the storage facility over the weekend. Mommy had to secretly pack up two of your favorite stuffed animals in a box: Puppa the puppy and Cheaty the cheetah.
I had the opportunity to see if I could fit in the backseat of the 2014 Scion FR-S that I was reviewing for your birthday week. (I could.)
This coming weekend we’ll move our few remaining items in our personal vehicles to our friends’ house where we will be staying until January when our new house is ready.
Exciting times…
Love,
Daddy






