We are down to only 3 more days before we pack the moving van. The house has taken on a strange sound. As we empty the rooms, our voices and footsteps echo through out and my heart begins to echo too. The tone is changing and as the tone changes, so do I. We have many happy memories here. I am listening to the waves slap our seawall and it sounds like rain. I know in Tennessee I will always remember the slapping waves when I hear the rain on our roof. I will remember this house, and these years with great joy. I promise I will remember!

Here's to the Journey!