Been thinking about firsts and lasts alot lately. With the move, the back injury and just life in general there have many of both.
The last time to wake up in our ‘old’ house.
The first time my wife and I walked into the ‘new’ house.
The first time I needed a wheelchair to move around.
The last time I walked without pain.
I’m very grateful for each and every first/last that has occurred. They led me to where I am today and prepared me for tomorrow. I’ll miss our old house, the memories and the coziness. But I’m excited for the new home, the pool, the large kitchen and all the the other things we will have.
Don’t ignore the first and lasts, it reminds you of your journey.