Having the house sell so quickly meant that our time to fit in our last adventures in Oregon was limited. It was a bit heartbreaking to know that the events filling our days would be the final ones, that our minutes with dear friends were scarce. But we pushed along and savored our days.
Everything became "the last." The last crazy hair day at Kalapuya Elementary:
The last meal at our favorite restaurant Panezanellie's.
The last outing with our best friends. My bestie was singing at a local restaurant and Eva and I were lucky enough to go listen.
The last trip to the Portland temple. During my service as Relief Society president and continuing after my release, I worshipped in the temple every other week. It was a place I grew to love and where I spent many sacred hours. I cried for a good long while as we pulled away from the temple for the final time. The Portland temple will always have a section of my heart. It was where my testimony of temple work was solidified and where I experienced many tender mercies.
The last day in our home.
There is sadness in the lasts. As we close our Oregon experience and embrace the Tennessee experience, I know that the sadness will be replaced with the beauty of firsts.
I look forward to the beauty.
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