So long...and onto the next one.

Home, sweet home....

Our beautifully landscaped front yard. Jeff worked long and hard to create this desert friendly space. The house color we selected was Valspar's Autumn Fog.

An unrealistically clean living room. Well lived in and loved. I remember laboring in the living room and watching our parents hold that precious baby for the first time. Clementine learned to crawl on those floors. 

We would stand at the picture window, during the witching hour, waiting for Daddy to come home. 

Christmas dinner, New Year's Eve parties, birthdays, Thanksgiving and all the delicious and wonderful meals we shared happened in a lovely dinning room.

 The old barber shop was finally converted into the additional bedroom we always needed. A cozy room that was perfect for our parents' visits. 

Jeff and I debated as to whether we should build out a shower and have two full baths. We ultimately added the shower and it was a great decision. Roger came up with the refined layout.

Our bedroom

Clementine's nursery. I especially love the colors. So many long nights rocking in that room, miss it.

Hard to remember the orange counters and pink cabinets once the new paint dried. My favorite part was commissioning the woodshop across the street to make cabinets for under the sink. Mike's great-grandfather built the original cabinets and hutch for the house years ago.

Los Angeles was home for four glorious years. I can't say that I will ever get over how much I fell in love with our little house. We put so much care into bringing it back. We created a home and a family in that sweet little house. I miss the hills and the mountains, the backyard lemon tree and its' epic harvests, the limocello and the backyard beers with friends. I miss The York, Cafe de Lece, our little post office and the quaint bookshop Pop Hop Books. I miss the grit in between my toes and the cloth diapers hanging on the line outside, the warm days and cool nights. I miss our garden and the field mice, our wonderful neighbors and the roses. I'll miss the Art Walk, the food trucks, the Oxy students and their youthful, blissed-out enthusiasm. I miss watching Highland Park become what it always was before, once again. I miss our friends.

I know our next home will get the same love and care. I know the next home will embrace our family as it , hopefully, grows in number. At the same time...this little house on York Boulevard will always be our first love.

Thank you, little house.
Love,
Our family

Photographs by a Deasy/Penner hired photographer