-Watching the snow fall.
-Watching movies on our wall with the projector.
Am packing up old mixed tapes, tape players and mission tapes. Yearbooks, concert tickets and old notes passed in middle school. This was where Bob first told me he loved me. It was where we spent our first Valentines Day. (We spread out an indoor picnic on the hardwood floors in the front room. comfortable? no. romantic? you bet.)
Bob has been so good to let me mourn over our little apartment no matter how silly it is. But he gave me a good reminder. We will always have the memories, and the good times will follow us to the new place. We will continue to make more memories there. We get the keys today, let the new memories begin..