Itty bitty and cute as can be. And it rested on a little street with the sweetest little name: Cora Street.
We got engaged in our house on Cora Street, during a party with our family and friends.
We married one another in our backyard on Cora Street on a hot summer day in July, surrounded by all those we love.
And there we celebrated our most momentous accomplishment to date... we had our sweet baby girl in the living room on Cora Street.
When deciding on baby names, Cora was the name that was first in our minds. It was one that we'd long loved, even before our lives brought us to this little house.
For a while we worried that people would laugh when they heard where she lived, but assumed that few people would know. (Little did we know that at each of her hundreds of doctor's appointments, we'd be asked to confirm our address, and we did hear our fair share of giggles over it.) But we knew that we'd soon outgrow our tiny little house.
And now it is official. We have left our little house on Cora Street behind. A house with so many memories and so much love. It is bittersweet.
But although she won't remember it, I want my little Cora to know about the place she was born. Our tiny little house on Cora Street.