October 12, 2025: The Old Magic

Every time we drove to Norfolk, the kids knew it would happen.

I would veer off the main road and drive onto a quiet side street. After parking by the curb at 108 Windham, we’d roll down the windows and stare.

Why? That little place was a big part of our story, the first house Jess and I ever owned, where we brought home two babies, McKenzie and Luke.

Each corner holds memories from long ago. The front door welcomed us daily. The bedroom windows watched over sleeping newborns. The yard once contained a splashing baby pool.

A couple’s first place always carries a certain magic and deserves regular visits. Old homes act like living photo albums, and when you park long enough, you’re right back where the story began.

Today, we helped McKenzie and Will move from their apartment. They boxed up their first year together and prepared for a new home.

And one thing I know for certain.

Someday, they’ll drive back to that spot, pull up to the curb, and roll down the windows.

Just to sit for a while and stare.

Just to remember.