I recently had the opportunity to take pictures of some friends who are ending a long chapter in their home. Having moved twelve times in the past twelve years, I can relate to the bittersweet feeling of ending a chapter of firsts. But I would be lying to say I can empathize with having brought my babies home and experienced all of their firsts within the confines of one solitary landmark. I can imagine it is painful and surreal...exciting and scary. So...a toast: To new firsts; to the inner workings of the family system that never change, despite location; to love that binds and walls that surround and comfort and remind us that we are united by far more than land and brick and wood.
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