The other night Boston came out and said "I am really really sad." I tried to get him to tell me why, and finally he asked for some paper. (He likes to draw how he feels rather then verbalize it. Glad we figured that out.) He was sad because he missed our old house. Broke my heart. We sat on the couch together and talked about all the things we miss about our old house, neighborhood, and ward. I feel bad that we will be moving yet again...
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