We sold your first home—your porch, your rose bush, your tiffany blue room. You learned how to smile, laugh, crawl, walk and, eventually, run in this home. We serenaded you in your bed each night, “my sunshine,” “my pretty little baby.”
One week is all it took. You’ll be happy to know another little girl will now enjoy your old room, now her room. The mama and baby owls are in good hands. She plans to keep your beloved decal.
Oh, Everleigh. I hope one day you can understand why your parents do the things they do. Why this move was necessary; inevitable. The adventures ahead of us abound. You keep asking me for a blue house. I’m going to try my best to find you a blue home.
Your Mommy xoxo
Come to me now
And rest your head for just five minutes
Everything is good
Such a cosy room
The windows are illuminated
By the sunshine through them
Fiery gems for you
Only for you
— Crosy, Stills, Nash and Young