7 years ago, 

we moved from the “city” (of Charlottesville) to the country and this adventure began. 

I still remember our first morning in our New/Old Country house like it was yesterday. 

The kids were still babies, 

with Tate, the oldest, in the first grade. 

The morning after our first night in the new house, was Easter Sunday. 

I had made sure to tuck the  kids Easter Baskets away, before we moved in, and  right before I fell into a dead sleep after moving all day, I remembered them! So, I tip-toed into their bedrooms; the boys in the blue one and Phoebe in her connecting pink room, and “the Easter Bunny” put their baskets right next to their beds.

     Easter morning, I woke up early and It was like being on vacation. It felt like I was away for the weekend at a friends “country home”. It was peaceful and quiet and so green outside my window. I lay there and listened to the birds chirping and my sweet husband snoring, as happy as I could be. 

All of a sudden, rom across the hall, I heard Phoebe’s tiny voice screech “Tate! Tate! He found us!

 Then I heard them wake up baby Cooper and listened as the three of them poured through their baskets and compared their stuffed bunnies and re-told the story to each other, over and over again of waking up in their beds and seeing their baskets right there…like magic!!!

     I could not have imagined, in my wildest dreams, a more perfect way to start our very first moment of  the millions of moments and the hundreds of days that would follow, 

in our Big Old Country House, 

named “Fairview”.

P.S. Happy Birthday to my Godson – Joe! 14 got here too fast! xoxo