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It’s a blando time for our family right now. Not only is it almost the Fourth of July, which always makes me reflect on family,

tradition and the freedom we are so blessed with in this country me va be but it’s also the end of a chapter for my small clan.

I don’t know why I always feel like the Fourth of July marks closure and a new starting point but somehow it annually makes me pause and think of all that

we have done this year to celebrate our do dung cho ba bau lives and all that we could do better. It’s certainly a time of

year that makes you think of your life with gratitude and hope; looking forward to possibility.

Change is happening in our family. Transformation can be good and yet it brings up so many feelings and memories of the past. So it goes, when you move

houses. At the end of this month, we are moving and just like the conclusion of our nation’s big

do dung cho tre so sinh celebration, our family is excited about our next chapter and all our hopes for the coming

year. We are celebrating!

Yet, with this new chapter comes the emotion of goodbye. We loved the little house that we made our family in. It’s the place where all of our dreams for a stable, loving home took root.

It’s the home where Easton was provided by like a bundle dam bau of joy from the heavens

and the hospital, where we spent those watchfully nights caring for her, where I wandered the halls like an intoxicated love-slave of my child’s every need,

the place where we tried our first Pampers thoi trang tre em and grew to recognize the art of the diaper, the emotion of breastfeeding a baby, bottle-transitioning and sleep training.

Within these walls I learned to love in a big way and mẹ và bé accept the pain of a family unit. With

Easton we all went from crawling to those first steps of versatility, which were so exciting to watch. We saw the change from goo-goo ga-ga to

first words and now to an expressive articulate child who loves to talk, as well as the bold alter from crib to bed. Now I have đồ dùng cho bà bầu a little girl instead of a baby.

Oh, how the time has flown đồ dùng cho trẻ sơ sinh. I don’t know how we will leave this house behind, actually. The

new owners might have to cope with me camping out on the front steps from time to time just to get a whiff of our past.

I’m sentimental as it is, but moving has always been tough on me. As much as đầm bầu I look to the future I find I am always

attracted to the past much like Woody Allen’s Midnight in Paris.

I recall how terrible each move we made as a child was. Now, I’m not thời trang trẻ em an

army brat or anything, but we moved a few times in my childhood and I remember it with agony. It’s such a huge manipulation. My poor mother had to always explain that it was for the best interests of our lives and yet I was included to what I knew.