Done

Last night a friend from childhood came to visit.  She absolutely loved our house, thought it was amazing, and kept saying so--as she went through it she finally asked "Is it hard for you to hear me say that, am I making you sad?".  I told her no, the emotional part we have gone through already, now it's just wrapping things up.  What her comments made me realize is what a dream I've lived--my husband built this beautiful home where we've lived for six years, where we have created a lot of memories, and where another family will adore the house and make their own memories.  I had the ride, it was good, we will do it different next time.  I have learned I really don't need a lot---it's nice but it doesn't make me who I am.