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Behind this Door

https://drive.google.com/uc?export=view&id=1WSzOdwkj014rMf_7GLpr9nNKgmfBvzRpBehind this door there has been love forever more.


Behind this “B” there has been a mahogany chest of memories.


Behind this “B” that represents our last name, the letters have been soldered together, bonding a cherished chain.


Behind this apartment door, a love has been written into a Baudoin folklore.


This apartment is our first home as a married couple. We have built our new marriage here for 2 years.


Now, we will be moving into a new house August 25th - our official moving date.


Last night, I looked around our joy filled home and got tears in my eyes. “We will be starting a new chapter,” I thought. 


When memories that have been made into joyful bricks and have covered you with a roof of adoration, it’s somewhat bittersweet to shut the door behind. 


But, I am over the rainbow to start a new journey with my soulmate.


God has set before us our new path. His paths are lined with lovely lilacs aromatic with goodness.


I know the memories that have been made in our first home will follow us to our next. The memories will be carried in our hearts. 

“I think I’m quite ready for another adventure.” - Bilbo Baggins (Lord of the Rings)

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