7 months, a move and a bunch of stuff later . . .

April 10, 2010 we said good-bye to our chateau in the mountains and moved to a cottage in the valley. Our Idaho home sold (cue angelic choir) thus ending our housing swap agreement. We are now renting a charming small home in Holladay. My first impression was that it was a combination of both my grandmother's homes, complete with floors that squeak in predictably comforting ways. In the hallway are those built-in drawers where grandma Horner would keep toys for the grandkids. The front room's large picture window looks out at wise-looking old trees that rustle, even without a wind. I try to keep that window sparkling, just like grandma Henrie always has hers. I like to think that when she had her little ones running around she too had the occasional finger prints, and nose prints, and kissy-fish-face prints on her otherwise crystal clear windows. (Ellie and cousin Jenna)

The neighbors are as charming as the house. There aren't many children on our street but plenty of grandmas and grandpas. They make good neighbors, always doting on Ellie and putting up with Annie. A few weeks after moving in, we met a sweet older couple in our ward that lives on the street over. Perhaps you have heard of them, Tom and Francine Monson. A surprise and a treat be to say the least.