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Our little blonde plays patiently on the blanket
while we (by we I mean Josh) load and unload rocks, bricks, and stones! Taking them from our house to our property...
I'll admit it. I have a problem.
I have a strong emotional attachment to rocks and stones, pebbles even.
I know where each one of these came from and why we have them. Stones from our path exiting the garage door, rocks from my front flower bed, and bricks from our very first house together. Some of the stones were just collected on a random walk with Mason by the creek, but I love them all!
And although these things weigh a ton, I couldn't bear to part with them.
So my sweet husband happily (sarcasm!) dug each and every one up, loaded them into the truck, and transported them out to Danville.
I have pebbles and shells from nearly every trip we've taken and they are important to me...so they move with us!
We'll do something great with them once our house is built :)









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